These Free-Loading Birds circled several times in the sky, gradually surrounding Zhao Ya, forming a massive white vortex.
Zhao Ya, undaunted, let out a cold laugh and then raised the short sword in his hand, pointing diagonally at the sky in obvious provocation.
This act instantly angered the group of Free-Loading Birds in the air.
A cry rang out, and then a dozen or so Free-Loading Birds swooped down, attacking Zhao Ya.
Leading the charge were two robust birds with eyes glowing red, their attacks well-coordinated as their large, sharp beaks targeted Zhao Ya's chest and back, intending a pincer attack.
But just as they dived close, two flashes of the blade appeared suddenly, and then a mournful cry; the two birds' long necks spewed a spray of blood, and their heads rolled off immediately.
The massive bodies crashed heavily to the ground, splattering mud everywhere.
