After crossing Black Dog Ridge, they reached Golden Rooster Mountain.
The mountain path was even more rugged and difficult to navigate, but for cultivators, it still wasn't a problem.
However, there were always those wild chicken spirits that would take advantage of the night to launch an attack, pecking wildly at their faces, aiming for the skin, flesh, and eyeballs.
Luo Yan still had a look of indifference on his face and remained silent, as usual, wielding his Flying Sword Treasure haphazardly, beating those wild chickens until they flew about chaotically, crying pitifully.
Before long, numerous malicious ghosts emerged in plain clothes, approaching the two and advised softly,
"These avian creatures also feel pain. Isn't it cruel to kill them like this? Why not follow us and eat vegetarian..."
Qiu Changtian felt oppressed in his chest, but he only saw Luo Yan, without a word, treat these malicious ghosts like the wild chickens and killed them together.
