The glint of the blade flickered, each swing slicing through with a whistling wind, striking toward the Blood Eagle like lightning. His movements were seamless and fluid, each slash precise and formidable, dispelling the oppressive weather.
At that decisive moment, Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity. With a heart-shaking shout, the Celestial Frost Blade in his hand streaked through the night like a meteor, ruthlessly swung. A sharp blade light traversed the sky, bringing the Eagle King down from the heavens.
As the Eagle King plummeted, the blade energy unleashed by Shi Feiyang quickly solidified into a vacuum field. This powerful force, like an invisible storm, swept across, driving back the blood eagles circling in the sky. They let out sharp cries of agony, feathers scattering, plunging the scene into chaos.
Amidst the chaos, Xie Wen meticulously examined the Blood Eagle's corpse, his brow furrowed, missing no possible clues.
