Yinming Bird

The human and cat headed toward the depths of the Wuyou Forest.

Zhao Feng had his own plans, and he was less likely to become suspicious if he acted alone. Besides, it suited the body's original attitude anyway.

On top of that, Zhao Feng also wanted to test how much battle-power he still had left. He was too disdainful to attack those below the True Spirit Realm, but there was still a small number of beasts that attacked Zhao Feng.

Crack! Boom!

The nearby trees were broken by a large surge of power. A flaming Yao cow charged toward Zhao Feng.

"A beast that's just reached the True Spirit Realm?"

Zhao Feng didn't even look at it. He swiped his hand, sending a faint red-colored flaming sword made from True Yuan through the air.

Whoosh!

The cow's large body was instantly sliced in two and it died.