"Your Excellency..."
Crack...
The golden iron feathers on the Golden Eagle's head shattered completely, skin tearing apart, directly revealing the eagle's skull, which was covered with dense, web-like cracks spreading out from the center point of Yang.
The bizarre flames burning on Yang's horns crackled as he drooped his eyelids, saying nothing more.
The White Ape's expression darkened, waved his staff, and the Mountain Pushing Beast in the distance, along with the large number of the Demon Clan, retreated.
The White Ape said nothing, turned around with the group of demons, and left.
Once the group of demons disappeared, Yang glanced down at the Golden Eagle.
"What you've learned is disorganized and sloppy, a complete waste of your trace of True Phoenix grace.
Given your level, focusing on body movement and speed is your limit from now on, forget about everything else.
Otherwise, next time you encounter someone, you won't be so lucky."
