Zhou Quan scrambled up from the ground and hid behind Yang An.
As Yang An controlled the White Feathers to fight off the Beng Birds, he saw what Zhou Quan did and frowned.
'This guy is a fucking idiot. I have no idea how he passed the old master's discipleship ceremony!'
He couldn't be bothered with Zhou Quan and focused his energy on dealing with the Beng Birds.
Fortunately, the Spinal True Feather was constantly being bathed in blood. Its power and hardness were rapidly increasing. Even its controllable range visibly lengthened from five meters, gradually extending to seven.
Not a single Beng Bird had managed to escape the White Feathers' impenetrable slaughter and break through. Yang An's confidence soared!
A full stick of incense later, the last Beng Bird was diced into mincemeat by dozens of White Feathers. White, yellow, and red bits splattered across the ground.
Yang An finally let out a long breath, pulling the White Feathers back.
