The sound of birds flapping their wings echoed through the dense forest. The air was filled with strong killing intent. Leaves fell slowly from trees, swirling in the air, and then were torn into pieces by sharp energy.
Bu Fang stood where he was. A strong wave of pressure came to him with a gust of wild wind, rolling up fallen leaves all over the ground. His Vermilion Chef Robe flapped noisily.
In the distance, five figures clad in blood-colored robes stood on a great tree, looking down at him. Their cold eyes were filled with monstrous killing intent, terrifying to look at.
On the other side, there was an expert from the Winged Man Valley wearing a white jade mask. His white wings folded up behind his back, and his arms were crossed over his chest. Although he was exuding a holy aura, there was an air of ferocity about him.
Looking at them, Bu Fang frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "The Abyss and the Winged Man Valley."
