There were too many Feather tribesmen, and their cultivation was not low.
Even with the divine emperors, Si Wuya did not dare to underestimate the Feather tribe. There was also Emperor Yu, who had yet to make an appearance.
After observing the situation for a while, Si Wuya said, "Conch, keep an eye on Little Yuan'er."
"Understood."
Si Wuya spread his flaming wings and rose to the sky. The flaming wings grew to thousands of feet wide before a rain of flaming needles fell.
The Feather tribesmen had no choice but to retreat due to the unceasing rain of fire. At least 100 Feather tribesmen were pierced by the fire needles and burned by the true fire. Their Dantians' sea of Qi were immediately destroyed, and they plummeted down to the Great Abyss Land. The blood had not even fallen to the ground before they were evaporated by the high heat.
A pungent smell of blood and charred flesh permeated the air as screams rang in the air.
