After winning, the Flying Bird was visibly proud, chirping noisily in the air. Watching the Pangolin walk away, it turned around triumphantly to face Long Qiu, preparing to savor its meal.
Su Yang waited in the shadows, and once he confirmed the Pangolin had run far away, he swiftly emerged from hiding.
The Flying Bird had just opened its mouth when it sensed something amiss and immediately turned its head. At this moment, Su Yang was already behind it.
The Flying Bird glanced at Su Yang, feeling slightly panicked. Although still a beast, having cultivated to the Holy Beast Realm, its intelligence had developed, differentiating it from ordinary demon beasts. It could fully sense the powerful aura emanating from Su Yang, something beyond its ability to resist.
After hesitating for a moment, the Flying Bird unwillingly glanced at Long Qiu, then turned to fly away.
It was at this time that Su Yang made his move.
