"This human Martial King... he actually dared to wound me! Damn him! I will make sure he dies."
The Eagle-Vulture Demon King let out a sharp roar as a black light suddenly erupted from its body. In an instant, every one of its black feathers stood on end.
The next moment—
SWISH SWISH SWISH!
Countless black feathers shot out like sharp swords. Each one was nearly a foot long. The shadowy blurs were too fast to react to, appearing before Qingfeng in an instant.
'Not good!'
"Phantom Sword Art—Following Shadow!"
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!
Qingfeng's expression changed drastically. He swung his longsword, creating a screen of afterimages. The black feathers slammed against his blade with a violent roar. The terrifying, arrow-like force from the feathers drove him back step by step.
But the black feathers were too numerous and too ferocious. Qingfeng couldn't possibly block them all.
PFFT!
