Edited by RED
That glance from the golden bird made Zhang Che feel as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. Even his heart had stopped for a brief moment.
What kind of might was that? Zhang Che had no words for it.
He only knew that the golden bird didn't even need to make a move to kill him. Just that spiritual pressure alone was sufficient to snuff out his soul.
When Zhang Che came back to himself, he found he was soaked in cold sweat. A series of questions bubbled to the surface of his mind. -What level and quality of a beast is that? Why would it appear so close to the safety zone?-
Looking backwards, he realized that his beasts were all lying on the ground, trembling. Obviously they had yet to recover from the scare.
On the other hand, the Purple Jade Condor was holding up well. It wasn't frightened into prostrating, and could even keep flying. As expected of a dark gold-quality beast!
