869, Three Breaths, God-Slaying Divine Beasts

As Han Muye's words fell, the long spear emitted a pitiful Flowing Light, piercing directly through the large black bird.

The spear that penetrated the body of the large bird crashed upon a distant hill, stirring up a burst of scarlet explosive light.

The black bird screamed miserably, flapping its wings weakly, and after flying over a thousand feet, it fell to the ground.

Smoke and dust billowed.

The people of the Blazing Prairie Tribe were shouting as they ran toward the place where the black bird had fallen.

In the distance, the Black Tiger Demon guarding against demon beasts turned its head to look back, feeling a chill down its spine.

Had it not submitted earlier, would it have been dead by now?

Turning its head, it saw the Gray Wolf to its side, which was also looking at it with a face full of smugness.

So what if you are a divine beast?

Look how brave my master is.

By Han Muye's side, those from the Huangyan Tribe all showed expressions of confusion and horror.