The patriarch of the nine-headed bird tribe, Chi Xu, was feeling a little guilty. He was seeing stars. What had he said not long ago?
And now, who was he facing? What orthodoxy was he facing? It was actually the sect of the prehistoric blackhand, Li Li!
Needless to say, Li Li alone could suppress the ancient times and shake the prehistoric times. How could this lineage not be terrifying?
He felt a bit dizzy. Even as a celestial, he wasn’t confident, and his body was almost frozen in place.
Patriarch Chi Xu of the nine-headed bird clan stared at number nine. His hair stood on end, and cold qi poured into his body from his tailbone. His entire body felt uneasy, and he was on the verge of fleeing.
The most miserable person was Ling Yi, who was still trembling. He struggled to his feet, then leaned back against a rock and looked down at his legs.
There was nothing left. It was empty and blood was flowing. He simply could not believe it.
