"Attack! Use Skill 1," Zheng Weixin ordered decisively.
The Iron Feather Fighting Hawk let out a sharp cry.
Spreading its wings, three metallic sheen feathers materialized in front of its body. Judging from the speed at which the feathers were forming, it had trained hard on this. Chen Xing looked up at the Iron Feather Fighting Hawk from a distance, pondering whether it had mastered the "Sky-piercing Feather" Skill.
In Chen Xing's eyes, the capabilities of the Iron Feather Fighting Hawk were laid bare—its Energy Level was at 11.5. Besides the Sky-piercing Feather, it had also mastered the Hard Armor Skill, with both Primary Skills reaching a Proficiency Level of mastery.
With an Energy Level of 11.5, how many times could it release the Sky-piercing Feather?
Chen Xing's eyes were profound.
