A fierce gale made him slide backwards, his hair and robes fluttering. The trees bent, their leaves restless, and the snow flew into the air, almost obscuring his figure.
Suddenly, the giant bird's golden eyes locked on him. Its gaze was akin to staring at an approaching arrowhead reflecting the sunlight.
Li Chen swiftly faced the forest and dashed into it. Like a phantom, he flickered through the forest, leaving golden afterimages.
The condor unleashed a battle cry and three characters engulfed in golden light appeared behind it.
This was the sign of an immortal Daoist who had lit up 50 stars!
The condor flapped its wings and two translucent golden wings descended on the forest.
BOOM—!
Snow melted, trees burned, and the earth was scorched as the ripples spread outward. Sensing the ripple behind him, Li Chen somersaulted backward and it flew past him.