“That thing seems to be just a Warrior-level creature!” Apas blurted out in surprise.
Most creatures in the Ashwood Wind Layer were already in the Commander-level, let alone those at their current height!
“Warrior-level? Little Moon Moth Phoenix is a Ruler-level creature. How did that creature possibly reach the same height as her?” Jiang Shaoxu said.
“Its feathers are no longer able to withstand the strong wind. It will be torn into pieces if it keeps going higher,” Apas said.
The black winged beast was covered in blood, yet it was still beating its wings relentlessly to keep up with Little Moon Moth Phoenix, the Mountain Crusher Ruler, and the Dawn Swordbird! How was this even possible?
“Houzi, isn’t it unlikely for a Warrior-level to rise so far? How did it keep flying so high?” Mo Fan asked with a puzzled face.
“It looks like a Flamebird…” Zhang Xiaohou said.
“Nonsense, a Flamebird’s feathers are crimson gold, but that thing is pitch-black, like a piece of charcoal. How could it be a Flamebird?” Jiang Shaoxu immediately broke in.
“It’s indeed a Flamebird, but it’s different from the others,” Lingling said.
“Could it be one with a mutated lineage?” Zhao Manyan said.
“No, it’s a Flamebird with the purest lineage. I once heard a special trait about the Flamebird. Apparently, every time their feathers evolve, the color of their feathers will darken slightly…”
Zhang Xiaohou nodded. He said with a deep voice, “I think I know why it managed to reach this height. It must have exposed itself to the Wind of Sorrow continuously so the wind would tear its feathers off. The Flamebird is able to grow new feathers the fastest among the winged beasts, so it waited for new feathers to grow out after losing the old ones and repeated the same action to train itself. Every time it molted its feathers, their color would darken a little. Its feathers are pitch-black now, indicating that it must have replaced its feathers a hundred, or even a thousand times! The new feathers are more resistant to the Wind of Sorrow!”
Mo Fan was amazed after hearing the explanation!
Peel off the feathers, regrow, and peel them off again…
Even though he was not a winged beast, he could imagine that peeling off the feathers would feel like slicing off his flesh, yet the Flamebird had gone through the torture a hundred or even a thousand times, just to help its feathers adapt to the Wind of Sorrow, allowing it to reach its current height!
The Flamebird’s determination truly deserved his respect.
“What a pity. If it was a Commander-level creature, it wouldn’t suffer such serious injuries. Its Warrior-level flesh can’t withstand the damage. If it doesn’t back away, it will be torn to pieces,” Zhang Xiaohou sighed.
Despite its outstanding feathers, its strength, the sturdiness of its body, and its control over the wind were no match for the Ruler-level winged beasts. If it kept going higher, it was doomed to die a horrible death!
“Why is it trying to fly higher? Its current height is enough to guarantee a Warrior-level creature a status that greatly surpasses other Great Commander-level winged beasts. Its already a significant achievement. Why did it bother…” Yu Shishi felt sorry for the creature too.
Mo Fan looked at the pitch-black Flamebird. He was touched when he saw the determination in its eyes to go higher, despite its miserable appearance.
Some lives deserved to be respected, even if they were demon creatures.
“Apas, make it leave,” Mo Fan said.
“Mm,” Apas nodded. She began to use her Psychic Magic.
Apas fixed her eyes on the Flamebird, transmitting a hypnotizing order into the Flamebird’s mind.
Apas could easily control the mind of a Warrior-level creature with her Psychic Magic. It was difficult to resist her order.
However, the light in Apas’ eyes faded away. The pitch-black Flamebird glanced at them and continued to fly higher.
“What happened? You failed to hypnotize her?” Mo Fan asked.
Mo Fan was feeling it was a pity if the Flamebird died here. He wanted the creature to live, yet to his surprise, Apas’ Psychic Magic did not work.
“No,” Apas shook her head. She said, “I can control its mind, but it seems to be different from the other demon creatures.”
“How different? Don’t tell me that creature has another soul in it?” Mo Fan asked.
“There’s an imprint in its soul, the same imprint as mine,” Apas said.
“That thing seems to be just a Warrior-level creature!” Apas blurted out in surprise.
Most creatures in the Ashwood Wind Layer were already in the Commander-level, let alone those at their current height!
“Warrior-level? Little Moon Moth Phoenix is a Ruler-level creature. How did that creature possibly reach the same height as her?” Jiang Shaoxu said.
“Its feathers are no longer able to withstand the strong wind. It will be torn into pieces if it keeps going higher,” Apas said.
The black winged beast was covered in blood, yet it was still beating its wings relentlessly to keep up with Little Moon Moth Phoenix, the Mountain Crusher Ruler, and the Dawn Swordbird! How was this even possible?
“Houzi, isn’t it unlikely for a Warrior-level to rise so far? How did it keep flying so high?” Mo Fan asked with a puzzled face.
“It looks like a Flamebird…” Zhang Xiaohou said.
“Nonsense, a Flamebird’s feathers are crimson gold, but that thing is pitch-black, like a piece of charcoal. How could it be a Flamebird?” Jiang Shaoxu immediately broke in.
“It’s indeed a Flamebird, but it’s different from the others,” Lingling said.
“Could it be one with a mutated lineage?” Zhao Manyan said.
“No, it’s a Flamebird with the purest lineage. I once heard a special trait about the Flamebird. Apparently, every time their feathers evolve, the color of their feathers will darken slightly…”
Zhang Xiaohou nodded. He said with a deep voice, “I think I know why it managed to reach this height. It must have exposed itself to the Wind of Sorrow continuously so the wind would tear its feathers off. The Flamebird is able to grow new feathers the fastest among the winged beasts, so it waited for new feathers to grow out after losing the old ones and repeated the same action to train itself. Every time it molted its feathers, their color would darken a little. Its feathers are pitch-black now, indicating that it must have replaced its feathers a hundred, or even a thousand times! The new feathers are more resistant to the Wind of Sorrow!”
Mo Fan was amazed after hearing the explanation!
Peel off the feathers, regrow, and peel them off again…
Even though he was not a winged beast, he could imagine that peeling off the feathers would feel like slicing off his flesh, yet the Flamebird had gone through the torture a hundred or even a thousand times, just to help its feathers adapt to the Wind of Sorrow, allowing it to reach its current height!
The Flamebird’s determination truly deserved his respect.
“What a pity. If it was a Commander-level creature, it wouldn’t suffer such serious injuries. Its Warrior-level flesh can’t withstand the damage. If it doesn’t back away, it will be torn to pieces,” Zhang Xiaohou sighed.
Despite its outstanding feathers, its strength, the sturdiness of its body, and its control over the wind were no match for the Ruler-level winged beasts. If it kept going higher, it was doomed to die a horrible death!
“Why is it trying to fly higher? Its current height is enough to guarantee a Warrior-level creature a status that greatly surpasses other Great Commander-level winged beasts. Its already a significant achievement. Why did it bother…” Yu Shishi felt sorry for the creature too.
Mo Fan looked at the pitch-black Flamebird. He was touched when he saw the determination in its eyes to go higher, despite its miserable appearance.
Some lives deserved to be respected, even if they were demon creatures.
“Apas, make it leave,” Mo Fan said.
“Mm,” Apas nodded. She began to use her Psychic Magic.
Apas fixed her eyes on the Flamebird, transmitting a hypnotizing order into the Flamebird’s mind.
Apas could easily control the mind of a Warrior-level creature with her Psychic Magic. It was difficult to resist her order.
However, the light in Apas’ eyes faded away. The pitch-black Flamebird glanced at them and continued to fly higher.
“What happened? You failed to hypnotize her?” Mo Fan asked.
Mo Fan was feeling it was a pity if the Flamebird died here. He wanted the creature to live, yet to his surprise, Apas’ Psychic Magic did not work.
“No,” Apas shook her head. She said, “I can control its mind, but it seems to be different from the other demon creatures.”
“How different? Don’t tell me that creature has another soul in it?” Mo Fan asked.
“There’s an imprint in its soul, the same imprint as mine,” Apas said.
