"The ultimate secret skill, Beak of the Blood Vultures!"
Boom!!!
A mass of scarlet airflow tumbled and rose rapidly, quickly forming into a huge vortex. The fluid, emanating a dangerous aura, fused as if an invisible hand was kneading and compressing it together. Finally, it turned into a huge head of a Blood Vulture Bird, its beak wide open, the surface seemingly dripping with fresh blood, exuding a terrifying metallic sheen. A suffocating current of air suddenly swept through the cave, with the air showing scale-like ripples.
Pebbles on the ground, dust in the air, began to flee in all directions. Blood Clan members and humans, who were battling in the distance, were greatly shocked and retreated in madness. They felt an everywhere-present sharp killing intent pressuring them like the point of a needle, a feeling of crisis pricking them all over.
