At the forefront are hundreds of three-eyed Thunder Rocs, their vertical pupils on their foreheads emitting purple lightning, and their wings obscuring the sky.
Following behind are countless flocks of iron-beaked eagles, blood-eyed crows, silver-feathered hawks...
As they dive down, they bring with them the momentum of wind and thunder, their shrill cries tearing the eardrums apart.
The claws of these demon birds can easily shatter protective spirit light.
If their iron beaks peck down, even magical treasures can crack and break.
The previously steady advance of the human race battle line is instantly torn open in several places.
Amidst screams and angry shouts, cultivators fall one after another.
The commander of the human race cultivators, True Master Tian Hong, has a face like cold iron.
He looks up towards the sky.
