At the moment the eagle falcon formed, an overwhelming pressure like that of a river immersed the surroundings, causing the trees to sway wildly and break with cracking sounds.
"Is this Yuan Qing's true strength?"
Su Mu suddenly felt his body extremely heavy, as if a thousand mountains pressed on his shoulders, his legs sank abruptly, finally taking half a step forward.
At this moment, the Yinfeng Sword, the Sixth-Grade Dharma Artifact in Yuan Qing's hand, fell.
The cold light flashed, and with a high-pitched cry, the Black-feathered Eagle Falcon formed by the chilling Spiritual Qi flapped its wings, breaking through the air and enlarging infinitely in Su Mu's eyes.
Yet even as death approached, Su Mu's eyes did not waver in the slightest, he cast a deep glance at the unconscious Little Doctor, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
Ultimately, he was still too weak, but if given a chance to start over, Su Mu would choose the same path.
