Rumble, the black light struck the Cyan Bird, and with a slight restraining of its golden flames, the Simurgh let out a high-pitched cry, opened its beak wide, and swallowed the bloody light.
Amidst the muffled sound, the Cyan Simurgh flew back in retreat, feathers scattering as it seemed to have taken a heavy blow.
It flipped several times in the air and then flapped its wings before flying back without looking back, screaming.
Chen Ping sat in the military camp, feeling as if he had been punched in the head, leaning slightly backward as two streams of blood trickled down from his nostrils.
He felt slightly dizzy.
A flicker of green light crossed his body, vitality surged within him, and the slight injury quickly healed, but his eyes remained as cold as ice.
"There certainly is something strange going on."
