In the sky above the ninth mountain peak.
Swarms of Flying Eagles and Larks clashed in a chaotic fray, their sharp cries unending, the slaughter ceaseless.
Broken feathers drifted down from the sky one after another, tattered and torn, like tears of blood.
But what was even more astonishing was that this time, it wasn't just the Larks advancing in formation; the Flying Eagles had also formed a military battle line.
To the mild surprise of the onlookers, the Flying Eagle Group didn't scatter at the Larks' first charge like they had last time.
On the contrary, the Flying Eagle Group actually launched a counteroffensive, their do-or-die momentum putting so much pressure on the Larks that they could hardly breathe!
"So this is why you gave up the Fire Eagles for White Feathered Eagles. It does make some sense."
Sen Yuanyuan's bright eyes blinked as she understood the true meaning behind it.
