In the blink of an eye, the group of flying exotic beasts staged a tragic curtain call in the sky.
Although each was enormous, like floating islands in the air, the flapping of their wings could stir up storms.
But now, they were like wheat stalks precisely harvested by the Death God's scythe, instantly losing all life.
In a flash, they fell powerlessly from a towering height.
Like stars falling, with an irrevocable resolve and desolation.
Moreover, at the moment of their fall, these flying exotic beasts didn't even have time to lament.
Before being pierced through the brow by the qi blood needles, disrupting their brains, obliterating their spiritual power.
At this moment, the scene in the sky was like a silent blood rain across the world, coldly and mercilessly falling.
Elsewhere, as these behemoths violently crashed to the ground.
The impact was like a landslide and earthquake, leaving dust and debris in its wake.
