"Be cautious with your words!"
The man in the purple robe hurriedly stopped the other from continuing and reminded, "Our urgent task at hand is to follow this demon bird closely… Huh?"
At that moment,
He involuntarily turned his head towards their target, only to witness a scene of a Human Race black-robed cultivator making a move. He immediately let out a roar of anger, scolding,
"How audacious! This prey is coveted by our Immortal Fish Alliance. Who are you to show no respect for any rules—"
His voice had barely left his mouth when it suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
All he saw was the other party's eyes widening, staring at the demon bird rapidly turning into a pile of bones, standing there completely stunned, disbelief written all over his face.
"Dead… It's dead?"
He struggled to swallow, his gaze unconsciously drifting downwards before finally settling on the person who had just acted.
A tempest of shock surged within the man in the purple robe.
