"Let's go!" Zhu Jiuqian no longer looked at Feng Chaoming, turning his head to shout to the Golden-Winged Emperor Eagle.
The Golden-Winged Emperor Eagle let out a screech, as if in answer to Zhu Jiuqian's command. Spreading its wings, it kicked up two sudden hurricanes. In the blink of an eye, its massive figure ascended into the heavens, becoming a dark silhouette.
Feng Chaoming watched helplessly from below as the Golden-Winged Emperor Eagle's figure ascended. Not until it had vanished completely did he shake his head and turn to leave. But just as he took a step forward, a white, square-shaped object shot down from the sky, aimed right at him.
Feng Chaoming suffered from a chronic ailment. For years, his combat power hadn't progressed in the slightest, but his senses had grown remarkably sharp. Thus, he detected the white object the moment it appeared. As it drew closer, he could even sense the faint aura of Primordial Power lingering on it.
'It's that kid!'
