The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle rushed forward!
At this moment, Brother Flathead looked quite bedraggled, drenched and appearing very weak, without emanating a powerful demonic aura.
In the eyes of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, one swipe of its claw would be enough to take down ten Brother Flatheads.
But dreams are perfect, reality is painful.
As soon as the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle charged forward, it was sent flying by an angry Brother Flathead, losing who knows how many feathers and shrieking miserably mid-air.
"That's what you get for messing around..."
Ye Feng curled his lips, watching as Brother Flathead pounced toward him and calmly took out the Spirit Origin Clock.
With a "ding" sound.
The Spirit Origin Clock shone with emerald light, quickly expanding to two meters in height and easily enveloping Brother Flathead before shrinking to the size of a teacup and flying back into the palm of Ye Feng's hand, where it quietly remained motionless.
