"Nian He Phantom, arise."
"Fire Eagle Illusion, arise."
With two thunderous booms, both the White Feathered Eagle and the Nian He underwent a tremendous transformation.
The White Feathered Eagle's body swelled rapidly, wreathed in blazing flames.
What was even more astonishing was that its eyes flashed with cold lightning. Its wings bristled, each feather as sharp as a sword, and its killing intent was hellish.
The Nian He on the other side was not to be outdone.
If the White Feathered Eagle had transformed into a spirit of fire, then the Nian He was a spirit of wind.
Aided by its Bloodline Power, the Nian He was even more agile, its movements a stark contrast to the White Feathered Eagle's direct, head-on approach.
In the next moment, a cruel and savage look filled the Nian He's eyes. It was willing to sacrifice its Cloud Hes to their deaths just to deliver a fatal, finishing blow.
"Naive." Fang Yang's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of anxiety.
