"Uncle Nine?"
From afar, she saw the Pixiu falling off Huanglong.
Without time to ponder what happened with the Pixiu, Feng Xi immediately flapped her wings and flew towards the falling point.
When Feng Xi saw the Pixiu again, she could hardly believe her eyes.
For the Pixiu was now lying silently on the ground, not a trace of life left.
The iron rod and gourd he commonly used were scattered around his body, and there was a gigantic hole in his chest through which one could see his back.
Moreover, bits of starlight were seeping through that massive hole, eroding the Pixiu's body.
That starlight emanated from within.
It was as if something was devouring and assimilating the Pixiu's corpse.
Though unsure of what had transpired, Feng Xi's instincts told her that the starlight must not fully assimilate the Pixiu's corpse.
With that thought, Feng Xi landed beside the Pixiu without any hesitation.
