A mini Green Light Falcon had just left the body when it was enveloped by a black aurora, swept into the Soul Refining Bowl.
Shen Long packed up the corpse of the Green Light Falcon, beckoned with one hand, and the Zizhu Blade spiraled back into his sleeve.
Without a Spiritual Treasure in hand, it wouldn't have been so easy for him to kill an early Fourth-Order Green Light Falcon.
A deafening roar came from afar, Shen Long frowned and, turning into a streak of Escape Light, broke through the sky and left.
In an open space, Mu Weiwei was commanding two golden flying daggers to attack a ten-meter-tall giant skeleton, which held a bone saber wrapped in black gas and had green ghostly flames in its hollow eye sockets.
A woman in a black dress with striking features stood not far away, emitting a soaring Yin Qi.
Mu Weiwei furrowed her brows; she hadn't expected to encounter her enemy here.
