Late at night in the Beast God Realm, a solitary moon and a host of stars hung in the sky. Above layers of drifting clouds, a luminescent blue moonlight filled the celestial vault.
A golden streak of light raced above the clouds.
The Golden-winged Roc had cast off all restraints, hurtling toward its target at its fastest possible speed.
Of course, with nine people sitting on its back, it could only go so fast. It couldn't even keep up with the Spirit Dove controlled by Rafael, which filled Jin Qiong with indignation. 'I refuse to believe it! I can't even beat a pigeon!'
