The vertical eye on the Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King's brow flashed with lightning. In an instant it sensed something wrong, let out a piercing shriek, thunder erupted from both wings, and it tried to temporarily avoid the incoming edge.
Just then.
"Eh? Why is it so cold?"
Not only did the demon birds grow restless, even True Master Ming Hua, who had already resolved to die, was jolted awake.
He was at True Pill Middle Stage, long since impervious to heat and cold.
Yet at this moment he clearly felt a bone‑piercing chill spreading through heaven and earth.
Even the circulation of his Spiritual Power had become somewhat sluggish.
"This is wrong! Someone's coming!"
True Master Ming Hua jerked his head up.
Higher up in the firmament, a blazing silver light tore through the clouds and arrived in a flash!
Within the silver radiance, one could vaguely make out a rider and mount.
The celestial steed was extraordinarily divine and majestic, its twin wings spread wide.
