Phoenix Hawk

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the rolling hills, Jiang Ting, Yan Ping, Yan Yao, and Mei Lin found themselves approaching a steep incline. The sound of clashing metal and shouts of exertion carried through the air, drawing their attention.

"Sounds like a battle," Yan Yao said, his eyes narrowing. "We should check it out."

They moved swiftly and quietly up the hill, the sight of a fierce battle coming into view. A group of martial artists was engaged in a desperate struggle against a massive bird, its feathers shimmering with a golden hue. The bird, a Phoenix Hawk, was at the fourth level of the body forging realm, its attacks swift and deadly.

The leader of the martial artists, a tall young man with a commanding presence, was shouting orders to his comrades. "Hold the line! Don't let it break through!"