A low growl emitted out of Meng Jun's mouth as he swiftly swung his steel whip.
The rapacious crackling sound echoed, and the winged bird beast in the sky let out a shrill cry. One of the bird beasts extended its knife-like claws and caught Meng Jun's whip mid-strike. Soon after, the rest of the beasts descended in a frenzy, diving madly towards Meng Jun.
The six of them backed against a rock pillar, preventing the birds from attacking from all directions, and thus reducing their worries.
Meng Ting released the primordial beast's light sphere, pouring its energy into the eight-sided crystal. As she swung her hand forcefully, rays of light knives shot upwards.
