The scene of flying beasts killing each other was as bloodcurdling as the mortal vendettas among cultivators, shaking one's heart to the core.
"A single Bloodworm Grass only bears ten fruits, there's no way all these flying beasts will get a share, competing for it is inevitable," Little Qing said.
"Little Qing, have you ever heard the saying, 'when the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind'?" Seeing that the number of Fire Luans and Dragon Head Eagles was gradually decreasing as they continuously battled each other, Wang Xiaoqiang spoke thoughtfully to Little Qing.
"Master, do you want to be that oriole!?" Little Qing turned her beautiful eyes, staring at Wang Xiaoqiang with some shock.
"Exactly, if the Fire Luans and Dragon Head Eagles fight until only a few of them are left, then I will compete with them for the Bloodworm Grass!" Wang Xiaoqiang declared with an air of boldness.
