Zhao Ya felt a surge of joy in his heart and reached out to pick it up, but suddenly a sharp sound pierced the air above, heading straight for the back of his head.
If Zhao Ya continued to bend down to pick it up at this moment, he would surely be injured by this sudden attack.
But if he dodged, it was clear that the attack was also aimed at the shell.
Despite this, Zhao Ya remained unflustered. One hand reached for the shell between the stones, while the other hand suddenly pressed on his waist, then lifted and swung back.
A flash of blade light appeared.
A tragic cry echoed from the sky, and several large bird feathers fluttered down.
By this time, Zhao Ya had already picked up the shell and put it in the pouch at his waist, then turned to look.
He saw several giant white birds circling in the air, glaring at Zhao Ya menacingly.
One of them had a wound on its chest and abdomen, with blood continuously dripping down.
"Free-Loading Bird?"
