1488  Heaven-Breaking Fist Against Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle (4)

On a jade platform before them, the scene of Han Muye and the Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle's battle was clearly visible.

Beyond the war chariots, the formation of war chariots extended, moving slowly.

Surprisingly, from a distance, this massive caravan transformed into a black shadow of a pack of demonic wind wolves.

The Demon Wind Wolves, moving as a large unit, each towering several yards high, were ferocious beings in the wilderness.

As the caravan advanced, the surrounding wild beasts scattered in panic.

The scattered tribes of the Great Desolate also dodged one after another.

Strangely, as the caravan passed, there were no traces of wheel imprints on the wilderness; instead, there were many wolf footprints.

Even its aura belonged to the Demon Shadow Wind Wolf.

30,000 miles away, an orderly military formation ran.

The silver armor was like an ocean wave surging.

In the center of the army, dozens of golden-armored generals were riding mutated beasts or striding forward.

In front of them, there was also a golden light screen.

The light screen also displayed the scene of Han Muye fighting the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle.

"Hmph, you're quite generous. You even used this True Spirit Seed as bait." A burly man with a long beard shouted as he ran quickly.

There was disdain on his face.

Hearing his words, the white-bearded old man on the other side smiled and said, "They think that only by acting well can we take the bait."

These words made everyone around him smile even more.

The scene on the light screen changed. It was no longer Han Muye fighting with the golden eagle, but a long tent.

Primordial souls appeared.

It was the primordial soul power of the Golden Crow Race.

What appeared in this scene was the encampment of the various races gathered by the Zhuo Yuan Golden Crow Race.

In the image, all kinds of military arrangements, defense arrangements, and attack points were revealed.

"Hehe, how do these Great Desolate Races know that our Myriad Flower Immortal Dynasty has already grasped all their information?" The golden-armored general in the lead revealed a faint smile.

"Your Majesty's cultivation level is divine. These easy methods can destroy the Great Desolate Race."

"If Your Majesty wants to destroy the Golden Crow Race, the Golden Crow Race will definitely be destroyed."

In the military formation, everyone's expression was indifferent.

The Golden Crow Race might have the glory of back then.

However, they were not qualified to compete with the human race.

In the vast wilderness, the human race would definitely rise and become the true master!

"Boom—"

Han Muye punched down, and a trace of fear flashed across the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle's eyes. It spread its wings and wanted to fly away.

"How powerful. You can even defeat exotic beasts of the same level.

"The awakening of the bloodline of this Golden Crow Tribe expert is extremely pure."

Cheers from a distance could be heard.

Excitement appeared on the faces of many of the surrounding experts.

Watching the various tribes of the Great Desolate subdue exotic beasts was truly an exhilarating sight.

"When the Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle leaves, I'll go and make friends."

"Haha, of course, one should get to know such powerful individuals."

Not only the surrounding spectators but also the experts from Zhuoyuan's group showed some unusual expressions.

Zhuo Yu, who was standing in front, remained calm, contemplating something.

"It's quite rare…" someone whispered.

Zhuo Tang, standing behind, lowered his head, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

He turned slightly and looked at the black-robed old man on one side.

The black-robed old man nodded.

In the distance, under the battle between Han Muye and the Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle, a golden light shot out.

Blue-eyed golden eagle?

Yes.

Blue-eyed golden eagles, each 10 feet tall, soared up.

But it was dead.

Thrown up.

Dead!

"Swoosh—"

The golden eagle, which had spread its wings and wanted to leave, let out a sorrowful cry. The golden stream of light on its body turned blood-red.

Flames burst from its eyes, turning into a red cloud in mid-air.

Within a radius of 10 miles, the power of heaven and earth vibrated.

"Someone is framing us!"

"Who is so malicious?"

"Damn it, such despicable things are happening in the Great Desolate!"

Curses and exclamations echoed around.

A dead Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle chick would drive the Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle crazy.

At this moment, the battle between Han Muye and the Golden Eagle turned into an endless struggle.

A suppressed anger rose from Zhuo Yu. He slowly turned his head and looked at the people behind him.

"What's going on?"

His gaze fell on Zhuo Tang.

The others also looked at Zhuo Tang.

"Father, this person may want to temper himself with the power of the Golden Eagle, and his intentions are unknown."

"Perhaps he, he is." Zhuo Tang's expression changed and he said in a low voice, "Perhaps he was arranged by the human race."