Standing on the back of the Roc was like standing in a vast field with no ends. One could barely make out the edge of this thing’s back.
As a genius disciple of Jiuxiao Sect, Xinfeng naturally had a wide range of general knowledge. But even so, he was completely amazed by this sight before him.
The Ancient Roc, he had only heard of it. But, seeing it right before his very eyes was an intimidating experience indeed.
Looking at just the mere size of this Roc, Xinfeng could not help but wonder how people in the ancient times had managed to survive. What sort of mad world was it back then?
"Brother Lin, your left arm…" Xinfeng asked worriedly. He had not expected his Brother Lin to sacrifice his left arm just like that.
