"Screech (Leader, I've found a large group; I can swat you twelve times!)"
The crested eagle cried out, conveying the message it had just seen.
"So there are twelve martial artists who can knock your feathers off, right?"
Dapeng opened his mouth, but what came out was a human voice, sharp and piercing, sounding very eerie.
"Screech (Yes)!"
The crested eagle nodded, as if it had finally found the right words to describe it.
"You still need to listen carefully to what the white ape is saying. Times have changed. The era of us demons is over. If we don't learn from the excellence of humans, we'll only become food to be eaten and killed in the future."
"Twelve warriors... are there any martial arts masters among them? The kind who could eat you up."
With its clear tone, focused thinking, and proactive approach to learning, the roc displays an intelligence distinct from that of wild beasts.
"Screech (No! Screech (I will listen to the white ape, leader)!"
"Then let's go over there. Perfect timing, I'm a bit hungry in winter."
Humans, delicious blood food, especially when the weather is still hot, and the things eaten on that exceptionally bright mountain.
Recalling that extraordinary taste, Dapeng felt an even stronger longing for it. It wasn't just delicious; it also had great benefits. Wild beasts and Gu poison—it needed more!
"Bah!"
As soon as the heart stirred, action followed. The tendrils on the tree trunk slowly broke off, and various insect-like creatures of different colors and shapes flew out from the roc's body.
The rock wall above began to slowly open, the hard rocks separating heavily to reveal the sky above. A little snow fell, but it was quickly melted into mist by the intense heat.
As the king of birds called, the eagles that were outside scattered instantly, forming a swirling tornado centered on the open mountain peak.
The roc spread its wings and soared into the sky. As the light shone, the gold on its body became even more dazzling, just like gold itself.
The feathers, which occupy one-third of the bird's head and are divided into black and white, also appear incredibly mysterious. On the bird's head, a crown-like insect appears and transforms into triangular feathers that land on it.
Then the flying eagles instantly straightened up, arranging themselves into neat rows according to size, shape, and species.
Finally, the roc shook its head and soared into the sky, heading in the direction indicated by the phoenix-headed eagle in the distance. With this roc's cry, the demonic beasts within a hundred miles scattered and fled instantly. Only in a cave on the cliff of this mountain, a white ape dressed in human clothes looked at the roc with great surprise.
"Military formations, the art of Gu worms, and a breakthrough to the Demon General level in half a year—what kind of fortune did this bird obtain? Strange, none of the Three Bull Demon Gods who died here were skilled in these techniques."
It was puzzled, but that's precisely why it was here to see what would become of this bird demon in the future.
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