"Your Ye Lin is beating that Thunder Crow to a pulp. It won't be long before he completely absorbs all its Thunder Power. He's just incredible," Lin Ling said with a serious expression.
Ye Tian smiled faintly. 'The Eight-winged Golden Scale Python is a Fierce Beast from the Primordial Chaos era. A creature that could even intimidate the Ancient Dragon God is certainly no ordinary being. I hope he can grow his Three Wings soon. Then he'll be able to take on a human form, which will make getting around much easier.'
Looking up at the two creatures in the sky, Ye Tian saw that Thunder Power was already crackling around the Eight-winged Golden Scale Python's body. The Thunder Crow, on the other hand, had become a featherless crow. More than half of its plumage was gone, and it was even struggling to fly.
"Go, Ye Lin! Finish this thing off quickly, don't waste any more time!" Ye Tian shouted up at the sky.
