Thud, thud!
The sky was a frenzy of azure streaks, like countless fine needles surging forth.
Each of those slender needles was extremely sharp, a single puncture was all it took to bring down a Wind Chasing Falcon plummeting from mid-air.
Bloodied feathers scattered like a torrential downpour.
Witnessing the third-order Monster Birds, which had been desperately resilient before, now being killed so effortlessly, both the experienced and the young Cultivators' faces revealed a vacant daze.
"It's a sword Cultivator!"
The elder Cultivator suddenly exclaimed, "And not just any, but one of those peerless sword Cultivators! Haha... we're saved!"
Screech!
The cliff shattered, revealing the immense form of a Wind Chasing Falcon King, bathed in azure, with three bird heads, now fully exposed.
Spreading its wings, it soared into the heavens, screeching shrilly as it watched its kin fall one after another.
