After several rounds of attacks, the Cyan Simurgh, seeing it still hadn't taken down the ants in its eyes, screeched in fury.
The shrill cry carried for over a hundred li, shaking the entire Flame Mountain. The ground cracked open, and lava spewed forth.
One of its wings was clearly drooping, making it struggle to maintain its balance in the air.
"Since when did mere Tier Three insects dare to speak such arrogant words before me!"
The Cyan Simurgh recalled a thousand years ago, when another human Core Formation Perfection cultivator had left a deep impression on it.
It had originally planned to devour hundreds of cultivators in one go to replenish its Spiritual Power and accelerate the growth of its True Feather.
But unexpectedly, a detestable Tier Three insect had appeared, using some unknown Secret Technique to fight it on equal footing.
