Standing on the green stone, Han Muye saw the battle unfolding before him.
There weren't five divine beasts, but eight.
Only the remaining divine beasts had impure bloodline power, slightly stronger than the Black Tiger Demon subdued by Zhu Rong.
Four divine beasts, each ten zhang in size, surrounded a single-footed, double-winged fiery red flying beast in the center.
Bi Fang.
Single foot, double wings, body trailed by flames—this was the primordial divine beast Bi Fang.
It was also the divine beast that the little guy in the basket had been led to by the call of its bloodline.
Behind Bi Fang, slightly smaller in size, was a colorful feathered flying beast shimmering with dazzling light.
That was the Flying Cloud Beast, the little guy's mother.
Clearly, Bi Fang was now protecting the Flying Cloud Beast behind him.
It seemed that the totem beast of the Huangyan Tribe was not without support, just caught off guard.
Bi Fang was the reinforcement for the Flying Cloud Beast.
