The catastrophe at the Tianque Gate was drawing to a close.
This mysterious beast, the black eagle, could control the birds in its surroundings, making them bloodthirsty and frenzied, but its range was limited.
Otherwise, with the mountains surrounding the Three Thousand Mountain Area, how many birds would there be?
If they were truly mobilized en masse, it would be like a disaster descending upon the world!
All along the way, Lu Xun saw a few birds whose Spiritual Wisdom was just beginning to awaken. These were the ones that had consumed a small amount of the Essence of the Sun and Moon, possessing certain levels, mostly between 5 and 7.
This puzzled him: "If these small bird monsters with initial cultivation bases have been controlled, why has my Dumb-Headed Crow not been affected?"
The Spirit Crow on his shoulder wasn't affected at all. Seeing the bird catastrophe, it seemed even a bit frightened, shrinking its head in, huddling against Lu Xun's neck.
