"Fu Chaohun!"
Yi Lianxing shouted angrily, "You bastard!"
Without another word, she acted immediately.
She whistled, and the two spiritual birds in the sky instantly let out a sharp cry.
They swooped down towards Fu Chaohun.
As they neared, one of them spat yellowish-brown saliva, spraying it all over the unprepared Fu Chaohun.
Immediately after, the other spiritual bird flapped its wings, shooting out feathers.
Fu Chaohun was in the middle of bandaging Ming Youlian's wound.
He was caught off guard.
Seeing the feathers shooting towards him, he tried to use his movement technique to escape.
But to his shock, he discovered that the yellow-brown saliva stuck to him had sealed his spiritual power, preventing him from using it!
Things happened in an instant.
While taking off his coat, he lunged forward.
Bang, bang, bang——
The feathers of the spiritual bird brushed past his shoulder, hitting the ground with explosive force!