Chapter 19.1
There is a bird, its shape is like a crane. It has one foot, red lines, blue feathers, white beak, called Bifang Crane. Its cry is its name, and wherever it appears, there will be wildfire.
In this fantasy world, although there are legends of the Bifang Crane, no one has seen this spirit beast for a long time. In the existing ancient books, all the records about the Bifang Crane indicate the strength of this spirit beast.
Even the shadow of an adult Bifang Crane is far from something that could be dealt with by this group of cultivators whose highest realm is merely Innate.
After confirming that it was the shadow of Bifang Crane who was attacking them, Feng Shao made a decision immediately, and shouted at Han Biyun.
“Junior Sister Han, you are in charge of the Tiancheng formation, take someone to the Bifang Wood just now. Where you get there, dig out the flames of the Bifang Crane! I’ll lure this big guy away!”
Shouting, Feng Shao took out a crimson calabash from the storage ring and threw it to Han Biyun.
“Use this to collect the flame of Bifang Crane, go!”
Han Biyun took Calabash and responded loudly.
“Understood! Brother Feng, be careful!”