"Even if you do have a helper—what do I have to fear?" Solitary Eagle laughed mischievously. He snorted as his hands turned into bright claws like those of a falcon, "Lei Wubei, your Mystic cultivation is indeed slightly better than mine. And I admit this. However, winning a battle doesn't solely depend on the level of Mystic Qi. But it's your lucky day today because I'll teach you an important lesson. This old man has come up with an exceptional move. My move will make the Fifth Great Master 'eat dirt'! Ha Ha…"
Solitary Eagle's body accelerated and became very erratic as he burst into laughter. His body had suddenly taken the shape of a demonic and ghostly bird. The entire realm under the firmaments seemed to be screeching as his claws came together in a crisscross shape; this move had given rise to a strong gale. His claws formed a large network of airtight angle which could seemingly penetrate through any angle.
