Suming stood on the castle terrace, peering down as an explosion erupted, flames soared, and the valley looked like a massive mine had detonated. But immediately, the surging waters extinguished the fire, and the helicopter wreckage drifted downstream with the current.
As for the armed militants on board, under such circumstances, only a descent of gods could ensure their survival.
Haidong Qing stood arrogantly by the terrace, grooming its feathers without even glancing at its 'victorious achievement.'
After feasting on the meat of the particularly powerful, this creature finally embodied the legendary grandeur of the divine bird from the Park Zhengyi Clan folklore. Its feathers were like fine iron, especially its elongated beak, which was exceedingly sharp. Haidong Qing had given Su Meng a significant disadvantage previously.
Haidong Qing now was essentially a walking bomb, ready to smash anyone who dared provoke it!
