"Qin Yi, face it head-on, come on, I'm supporting you!"
Yun Mengyao turned around and shouted to Qin Yi proudly.
Qin Yi's lips slightly curved.
Actually, with his speed, how could Yun Mengyao catch up?
It's just that this Golden Eagle is far beyond Yun Mengyao's ability to handle, even with Yin Qianqian's help, winning would take quite a battle.
Qin Yi stopped and turned to look at the rapidly approaching Golden Eagle, chuckling lightly:
"With such a large size, yet still so fast, no wonder you're the king among fierce birds."
"To be honest, compared to the Golden Winged Roc, I prefer you."
Although he said he liked it, Qin Yi showed no mercy when he made his move.
He reached out to grab, then froze.
"Alas..."
Qin Yi sighed lightly. He was used to having the Flood Dragon Spear, losing it suddenly really felt uncomfortable.
Immediately, purple light swept around him and he punched out, terrifying fist light surged like tides.
