Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

The vast expanse of the eastern sky touched the distant mountain range, cradling a mass of ocher.

The piercing cold wind was like a frozen madman, wildly howling in all directions, its sound mixed with piercing screams and maniacal laughter.

Four people and an eagle.

Two men, one woman, one neither male nor female, and a giant eagle—an odd combination—appeared in this part of the world.

None of the four people looked particularly good.

Lu Xiaofeng had been entangled in trouble; unable to drink or flirt with women, he was deprived of joy, so his complexion was poor.

Dongfang Bubai was dealing with deepening bodily toxins, the skin starting to develop red rashes, obviously not looking well.

Jiang Dali was upset by the increasingly terrible public criticism on the Jianghu Forum; he really wanted to catch those players who relentlessly criticized him, throw them into Black Prison, and torment them slowly, so of course his expression was not good either.

As for Wang Yuyan, she was naturally frail, lacked martial skills, and probably had never even jumped onto a rooftop, let alone soared high into the sky.

Ever since being brought onto the eagle’s back, she remained fearfully with her eyes closed, not daring to move.