"No? No, then go die!" The Goose Demon's eyes suddenly shot out a chilling killing intent, and behind him, an Immortal Mountain measuring five thousand eight hundred zhang suddenly emerged, while a demon breath gathered upon his body forming a white feathered robe, his wings vibrating rapidly, followed by the abrupt shooting of white feathers.
These white feathers seemed like a shower of sharp arrows, rapidly firing towards Cao Zhen.
Almost as soon as the white feathers shot forth, Cao Zhen was already flapping the wings transformed from the tricolored divine wings, rapidly fleeing into the distance!
The white feathers nearly brushed against his body as they fell.
Despite appearing as light as goose down, once they landed on the ground, they immediately pierced the earth creating a bottomless round hole.
In just a breath's time, the originally lush, flat terrain had become pitted and riddled with holes.
