But it was still too late.
The black dragon, as vast as a mountain, struck across the sky, slamming into the desolate bird.
Crack!
Under the fierce impact, the desolate bird screamed, with most of its body shattered, blood splattering in all directions.
Each drop of blood that fell splashed onto the clan soldiers below, causing them to cry out in agony, collapsing to the ground in violent convulsions before dying.
The desolate bird, with half of its body shattered, began to fall immediately, struggling to turn and escape.
But the Glazed Dragon opened its mouth, a crystalline inner core spinning through the air across a thousand feet, striking the desolate bird's skull.
Crack!
The desolate bird didn't even let out a mournful cry; its skull instantly shattered, blood spraying everywhere.
The struggling carcass lost all movement, crashing down from the sky, scattering blood and bones across the land, dyeing it red.
