It was a purple spirit beast, none other than Fanming.
Looking closely, one could faintly see that it was bounded by somber ropes hidden in the clouds, immobilizing it completely.
It could only struggle weakly, roaring its low cries.
Wang Ba didn't know much about this Fanming, but even at this great distance, the sight of its purple figure gave him a suffocating feeling.
Such a powerful creature, whose single feather could once kill a master cultivator at foundation establishment stage, was now struggling under Tianmen Cult's domination.
It was not hard to imagine that if Tianmen Cult hadn't intended to subdue it, this Fanming might have been already refined by the unrivaled Hierarch of Tianmen Cult.
Wang Ba shook his head regretfully and enviously.
He then turned his head away, unwilling to look anymore.
As a professional chicken breeder, seeing such a divine chicken stirred his instincts.
He even had a foolish idea of breeding it if possible.