"Kid, I don't care what your identity is, but you've angered me, and you must pay the price!"
The Golden-winged Roc's eyes glowed red, with runes forming all over its body, slashing out a sky full of feather swords, intending to cut Ye Chen into pieces.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Those feather swords were incredibly powerful, carrying an immortal aura, capable of cutting mountains and splitting seas.
However, the World Tree swayed incessantly, each leaf glowing, blocking them all.
"What kind of strange thing is this?"
The World Tree was so miraculous, it felt like the protection of the heavens, leaving the Golden-winged Roc feeling powerless.
"Golden-winged Roc, your combat power is formidable, but if you wish to suppress me, I'm afraid it's not so easy." Ye Chen stood under the World Tree, looking at the Golden-winged Roc and said. "Besides, I'm interested in your bloodline; when I soar into a dragon, I'll surely make you my mount!"
