He reached the highest point of the peak, looked around, and his expression was slightly serious.
Because everywhere he looked, there was gray mist, only these towering mountain peaks emerged like reefs in the sea.
Didn't Ma Yufei say the fog in Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain wouldn't be vast in area? What's going on here?
Zhao Ya felt puzzled.
At that moment, a rapid sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from overhead, without any hesitation, Zhao Ya swung his hand with a blade.
After a piercing cry, several sturdy bird feathers fluttered down.
Looking up, he saw a giant crane at least seven or eight meters in length circling in the air.
But this giant crane had no trace of elegance, instead, its eyes were bloodshot as it emitted an ominous aura.
And Zhao Ya's blade just left a shallow mark on its head, not even drawing blood.
Zhao Ya knew this must be the Flying Exotic Beast that Ma Yufei mentioned, perched on this peak.
