This time.
The Golden Winged Roc managed to withstand attacks from two Divine Weapons.
Its body staggered but was not knocked over again.
Yet, it was already too late.
The few treasures that were knocked away were almost instantly enveloped by the endless storm and sucked into the vortex.
Without the protective power of those treasures, the Golden Winged Roc at its limit could no longer resist the overwhelming force.
It was instantly enveloped by the storm, spiraling directly up towards the eye of the wind.
High in the sky.
Lu Wufei, who had watched the Golden Winged Roc's struggle from beginning to end, from resistance to exhaustion, until it was finally swept up by the storm,
couldn't help but crack a smile.
From the moment the Roc chose not to flee immediately but to hide, its fate had been sealed.
Why do all the gods and immortals in the world fear and long for the Great Divine Powers, craving them beyond measure?
