The real form of the Golden Demon Vulture was something Zhao Fei and the others had never seen. When it had taken the form of a middle-aged man to kill the Flying Demon Tiger, this sudden revelation of its actual form shocked everyone thoroughly.
"Is… is this the golden-feathered bird on your shoulder?" Zhao Fei asked hesitantly.
"Yes, it's an eighth-rank Flying Magical Beast, don't underestimate it," Chu Linfeng said with a smile, clearly satisfied with everyone's surprise.
The crowd was already terrified, and now knowing the Golden Demon Vulture's rank made them even more frightened. They gazed at him like he was some sort of monster — who was this guy anyway?
Its defense power was extraordinary, and its strength was formidable. Now this little bird turned out to be an eighth-rank Flying Magical Beast; many found it hard to believe what they were seeing.
"Let's go, everyone hop on. We'll reach the Teleportation Gate soon," Chu Linfeng said.
