Han Fei's fist mark swept across. Just as he shattered these black feathers, he saw the roc transform into a human, holding a black-feathered fan in his hand, and slapping back at Han Fei.
"Huff~"
For a moment, a strong wind blew and the air rushed into the clouds. Han Fei felt that the sky was densely filled with strong winds and laws.
"So strong!"
Small cracks were torn on Han Fei's body by the gale and the laws here. The Primordial Star Tree reminded him that he was different from others. When others died, their consciousness would return, but if he died, he probably really died.
"Huh!"
Right when Han Fei was about to fight back, the roc made a sound.
This was clearly a puzzled voice. Han Fei was shocked. This was impossible! If it was just a simple memory world, could it still have consciousness?
Han Fei shouted, "Hey! Big bird, let's stop fighting, OK?"
