Blood of Flying Dragon; Feather of Golden Crow

Even if he was watching this scene through the cloud spiritual eye, it was as gory as seeing it with one's own eyes. Lin Jin could even see clearly that after devouring the dragon, the 'Giant Catfish' actually turned its two rows of eyes, all of varying sizes, at him.

No, it was looking at the bird Lin Jin created.

The size of this bird in comparison to the giant catfish was like a single krill against a prehistoric great whale.

Perhaps it thought that a bird this tiny wouldn't even be enough to plug the space between its teeth. Thus, after a glance, it simply moved its huge body and swan away, diving into the first layer of clouds.

That glance alone frightened Lin Jin into sweating bullets.

All of a sudden, Lin Jin noticed a drop of blood on the cloud bird he made. It came from the four-legged dragon that got eaten up earlier. 

It must have somehow splattered onto the bird just now.