On the other side.
In the sky.
The Black Xuan Bird retreated over a hundred feet before stopping again in the sky, looking grimly at the more than one hundred True Spirits opposite.
Not only was his Black Profound Nether Wind broken by them, but he was also forced to retreat; to him, this was an enormous humiliation.
"What a Heavenly Turtle Clan! Deserving of their reputation for defense, able to hold off my Black Profound Nether Wind and let these bunch of unkempt True Spirits take advantage of it! But it ends here! All True Spirits present today must die!" the Black Xuan Bird said with sky-high killing intent.
In the battle just now, when the group of True Spirits opposite was about to self-destruct all their treasures and heavenly spiritual treasures, the Black Profound Nether Wind was still endlessly and terrifyingly blowing towards this group of people, seemingly about to annihilate them at any moment.
