Chapter 388: The First Fist of Rong State
Yang Ling finally understood how his own master, the Palace Master, had managed to follow them all the way to Qi Heavenly Provincial Capital.
At an altitude of over a thousand meters above the ground.
A Vermilion Iron Falcon with a wingspan of a full ten meters was flying.
The Vermilion Iron Falcon's feathers all gleamed with a metallic luster.
Its razor-sharp wings allowed it to easily slice through the resistance of the air.
"Master, your spirit pet's combat power must not be simple either, right?"
Yang Ling looked down at the Vermilion Iron Falcon, faintly sensing a hint of threat emanating from it.
This feeling was something even Cao Yunlong, who was by Zhao Fu's side, couldn't give him.
It was only when facing someone like Xu Wenjun, at the peak of Upper Fifth-Rank, that he could feel something similar.