Leaving everything else aside, Salt Roasted and White Cut were at least very obedient; right then and there they followed the direction Zheng Zhi pointed out and circled several more times in midair.
Zheng Zhi widened his eyes, staring hard at the places the two Bird Spirits flew past, trying to track those ripples and use them to determine where that gigantic thing that couldn't be seen by the naked eye was, and where its boundaries lay.
Not gonna lie, this was actually pretty hard.
The main difficulty lay in the fact that those two dumb birds had way too many colors on them—especially once they were airborne, it wasn't just their bodies; there was a whole load of light-pollution special effects around them. It was all multicolored rays and auspicious glow spam, a wingspan of four or five meters somehow trailing twenty meters of contrails behind them…
