Hong Dongfang muttered to himself, taking the lead in removing the halo from his body. His corpse was lined up and laid down, tumbling a few times in the air before crashing into the nearby forest, crushing countless trunks.
The array on the ground began to collapse. The Bone Spirit Blue Eagle was firmly tied to the ground, struggling to stand up. It lowered its head and, in the awe-filled eyes of a Cultivator, pecked off the bone from its wing with its mouth and tossed it to the ground. Then, it raised its head and roared at the receding Thunder Cloud. Its voice was cold and sharp, filled with both joy and hatred.
The Thunder Net slowly descending from the sky was torn apart with a hissing sound, and the Yin Yang Fish vanished into thin air.
A tragic scream cut through the sky, and the Bone Spirit Blue Eagle slowly lowered its head, as if a phantom flame burned within its hollow eyes.
Burning, yet everyone watching felt cold and ready to fight.
