BOOM!
Pann Wu's massive palm came crashing down, tearing through the sky. A series of THUDS followed as members of the Feather Race plummeted, their wings broken, and slammed into the earth below.
The other young members of the Feather Race, who had been roaring in anger moments before, were so terrified their blood ran cold. They instantly fell silent, spread their wings, and scattered in every direction.
On the other side.
The disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect all gasped and scrambled backward in terror, their arrogance completely gone.
Yuh Tian's expression was thunderous. It was always his Feather Race that crushed others, yet now, they were the ones being crushed. They didn't even dare to show their anger.
"The Giant Spirit Clan. Very good!"
Yuh Tian retracted his golden jade longbow, glaring at Pann Wu with bitter reluctance.
