The Purple-Winged Nether Sparrow was coldly looking at Qin Feng from above. Its wings that spanned for more than 50 meters to both sides, were burning with the purpled-colored flame that looked too ghostly.
The surroundings fire was extinguished by the Purple-Winged Nether Sparrow just a moment ago. Maybe, it was because the Purple-Winged Nether Sparrow didn't want to harm its beasts' fellows. After all. Hundreds of thousands of demonic beasts gave their lives just for the sake of its freedom.
Qin Feng knew that he was f*cked up. He could tell from the cold glare of the Purple-Winged Nether Sparrow that it didn't plan to let Qin Feng off.
But how could Qin Feng admit defeat without even fighting? He was ready to fight the Purple-Winged Nether Sparrow. Although he knew that even if he were to be killed by the Purple-Winged Nether Sparrow, he'll come back to life by traveling back in time.