With a clack, the giant black egg in Tang Yao's hands cracked open with tortoise-shell patterns, followed by the eggshell shattering into pieces. A black eagle appeared in front of Nie Yan and Tang Yao, its size still small, just sturdy enough to stand firmly on Tang Yao's arm.
Nie Yan glanced at the Netherthunder Eagle. It looked similar to an ordinary eagle, with feathers that were pure black and glossy without a trace of impurity.
The Netherthunder Eagle flapped its wings, then used its sharp, keen beak to preen its feathers. Its eyes were clear and sharp, giving off a lively feeling.
"I find myself starting to like this guy," Tang Yao said as he stroked the head of the Netherthunder Eagle. The eagle closed its eyes, seemingly enjoying the touch as it kept rubbing against Tang Yao's hand. Tang Yao had a piece of meat in his hand, the usual fare for feeding the Ghost Wolf, which the Netherthunder Eagle pecked and swallowed in one gulp.