"SCREE..."
"SCREEE..."
"SCREEEE..."
From the distant sky, the distinct cry of an eagle and the sound of beating wings gradually grew louder.
Zhang Ye, who had been lording over the riverbank, heard the sound and shuddered.
The sound, and the powerful, oppressive aura that came with it, made every pore on Zhang Ye's body tremble uncontrollably.
It was a mix of suppression and excitement.
Fang Yang.
It had to be Fang Yang. He was coming.
'This isn't the right time to fight Fang Yang. I have to go.'
With this thought, Zhang Ye immediately formed a hand seal for a Technique, ordering his Molten Crocodile Fierce Beast and Cyan Crocodile Fierce Beasts to leave.
But a Fierce Beast like the Molten Crocodile possessed a potent Bloodline Power and a cruel, domineering nature.
It didn't give a damn about a mere White Feathered Eagle.
And so, once again, it resisted Zhang Ye's command.
It wanted to clash with the White Feathered Eagle!
"You beast, are you defying my command?!"
