Purple Golden Roc

Purple-gold Roc let out a long howl into the sky. That despairing wail resounded throughout the swamp land.

A Spirit Beast, was also a living life.

Inner elixirs were fine products that it had used countless years of training to form. Even though they could not speak, they still possessed basic emotions just like a human.

The purple gold Roc's eyes were filled with tears. It stared at Zhao Shuning's direction as if it was thanking her.

Immediately, Roc started to shake violently, and then his body started to sink rapidly. Zhao Shuning had no choice, she wanted to stop it, but the Spirit Beast was determined to die, how could it have the desire to live?

It had been waiting for someone to come. Now that Zhao Shuning had arrived, it was relieved.

On top of that towering tree, there was also its crying child.

Now, leaving those children to Zhao Shuning, Zijin Roc could be said to have no regrets in dying.