At the overwhelming pressure radiating from Ningyan, the leopard beasts visibly faltered.
The demonic aura pressing down upon them was suffocating, vast and merciless. Snow trembled beneath their feet, and even the wind seemed reluctant to brush past him.
Seeing their hesitation, Ningyan's lips curved faintly. "Release the ones you've bound."
His tone was calm. It somehow sounded more frightening than shouting.
The leopard beastman standing at the front hesitated before turning toward his companions. After exchanging a few looks, he gave a sharp nod.
The bindings were quickly removed.
The captured phoenixes immediately scrambled away, hurrying through the snow to stand behind He Yuting. Their faces were pale, but relief flooded their expressions.
Only after ensuring they were safe did Ningyan speak again.
