"These vultures and prairie wolves are all crazy ferocious, and these beasts are damn smart. In a bit, don't you dare get careless and let them hurt you. The beaks of those vultures are laced with poison."
Jia Zhenjing narrowed his eyes as he scanned the surroundings. The prairie wolves weren't a big deal by themselves; the real threat was their numbers. But the ones he hated most were still the vultures in the sky.
Black Hawk and the others hadn't yet reached the Realm of briefly soaring through the air, so an aerial battle was basically impossible for them right now.
"Awoo…"
Mo Xiangxi floated in midair and opened his mouth, letting out a strange cry that sounded half wolf, half eagle. Very soon, more and more vultures gathered in the sky—tens of thousands of them!
