In the blink of an eye, dozens upon hundreds of Flame Eagles fell dead.
However, whether it was stirred by the blood of their companions or the importance of the mountaintop,
The Flame Eagles behind them continued to charge fearlessly, blocking Chen Fan's path in dense numbers.
"Seeking death."
Chen Fan's gaze turned icy cold, and a gleaming blue blade appeared in his hand.
It was the Ice Soul Saber he had obtained from Song Gang.
The Ice Soul Cold Blade technique used through it not only was more powerful but also consumed less True Qi.
This was why he took out this weapon at this moment.
After all, these were just minions; the real challenge lay behind them.
He took a deep breath, gripping the blade tightly horizontally, then swung out forcefully.
A giant Sword Qi, three to four dozen meters long, flew out horizontally.
The cliff face ahead instantly froze over.
The Flame Eagles flying in the air turned into ice sculptures one by one and then shattered with a bang.
