The Battle

"Wuwa, my Little Green… I will banish them to hell and wipe their existence off the face of the world!"

Within the forest.

Trees in an entire forest were being cut down, and on the ground, blood was flowing everywhere.

"Chirp! Chirp…"

Chasing Wing Falcon tried its best to lift its head up and weakly chirped. It looked like it was out of breath, which affected the Iron-tailed Black Eagle which was at one side, and it did not have the urge to joke around with it anymore.

"Good!"

Liu Yan twitched his eyebrows. "Instead of wasting time, why not hurry up and heal it, then bring it away from here. Otherwise, it would be too late when this place becomes a Grandmaster and spiritual knight battlefield, and any spiritual beast who is going to get injured because of the battle deserves it."

"Yes of course!"

Daoist Mu Li froze, and slowly became serious. "Little Green, hold on! Spring breeze rain, strike!"