A hint of fierce light flashed in his eyes, and with a swift slap to his waist, a gigantic golden shadow flew out from the grey Qiankun Bag and instantly ascended over his head into the upper sky.
As the light dispersed, a majestic gold-feathered giant eagle revealed itself, its wingspan reaching an astonishing size of six zhang. It was adorned with golden spirit patterns, with a pair of gilded talons sharp and unstoppable, and eyes like bright pearls, radiating with a piercing brilliance.
The golden giant eagle let out a long, resonant cry towards the sky, then swiftly folded its wings and dove towards Zhao Sheng; its claws, sharp as blades, filled with boundless ferocity.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Sheng's mind raced urgently, suddenly shaking his sleeves to unleash a wave of white light, and two towering silver-white tiger-shaped puppets, each over a zhang tall, landed one on either side in front of him.
At the same time, his Divine Sense connected with the two puppets.
