Outside of the valley, the golden falcon was extremely excited because Chu Feng was about to die; the Bird King himself had gone forth to seal the deal.
However, soon afterward, he was suddenly frozen in place.
The peacock was also enjoying the delightful taste of imminent revenge, waiting to see Chu Feng being beheaded. However, at that moment, he felt a wave of cold spread throughout his body, sending chills from his head down to his feet.
"Oh god, your majesty!" the two bird cried in unison as the Bird King plummeted to the ground. How could this be?
Within the valley, the purple gold woodpecker was in immense pain. One of its wings had been severed; it was a serious trauma.
It was comparable to a human losing one of his arms—the ground was dyed red with fresh blood.
He fell to the ground and was rolling in pain; even a king level entity could not bear the pain of losing an arm. He miserably cried while drenched in his own blood.
Crack!
