Atop a hill, a spirit tree shimmered with spiritual light.
Seven ripe spirit fruits, red and dripping, emitted a mature spiritual fragrance.
In the distance, three Second Rank, mid-stage canaries let out sharp chirps, a pair of golden pupils fixated on the spirit fruits far away.
The next moment, all three canaries spread their wings in unison.
However, before the canaries could reach the spirit tree, shades of peach blossoms appeared out of thin air.
All three canaries were greatly shocked, frantically flapping their wings as countless golden auras burst forth like swords.
In the void, two Third Rank, late-stage Sea Cloud Birds suddenly appeared, swooping towards the canaries.
Countless green wind blades fell, covering the entire expanse of the void.
One of the canaries scattered its golden light on the spot, suffering heavy injuries, while the remaining two let out desperate cries and attempted to flee, only to see a formation already descending from the void.
