The cruel aura that it had harbored was evaporated into nothingness, leaving only the purest Yin Qi, which was swallowed by the tree like a whale absorbing water.
Coo coo~
Coo coo~
The familiar sound of a pigeon echoed as fiery birds took flight from Feng Qing'an's chest, one after another. They then expanded in the wind, spreading their wings over thirty feet wide. Wherever their flame feathers scratched, even the fiercest of Ghost Creatures melted away just like ice under a scorching summer sun.
This was a massacre, a massacre of Ghost Creatures. Even the immense Ghost Creatures that were tens of feet tall, or the enormous meat mountains formed by dozens, sometimes hundreds of Ghost Creatures devouring each other turned to ashes before these sun birds, as if they were made of paper.
