Chapter 402: The Nest
Demonic beasts' pedigrees and bloodlines were exceedingly complex.
Not every demonic beast could transform into a human during the Transformation Realm, yet among those at the same realm, those unable to take human form were by no means any less powerful than those that could.
It remained uncertain whether the Lightning-Devouring Falcon could assume human form; even if it were capable, having to reveal its true self in a face-off against two Spiritual Infant cultivators was entirely natural.
Fighting one against two without showing any disadvantage, the Lightning-Devouring Falcon had proven to be the strongest demonic beast Qin Sang had ever witnessed.
This battle was also the first time he had seen, with his own eyes, the combat of mighty experts in the Spiritual Infant Realm—making the earlier scene of the two black-robed figures breaking through barriers seem like the antics of novices in comparison.
In the tumultuous sea of azure-white wind, turbulent waves moved in unpredictable patterns. The skies shifted in hue and trembled in fury.
Three figures had appeared intermittently in the raging wind, and Qin Sang could not clearly discern how they were dueling; only when the Malevolent Frost Wind shuddered and briefly revealed their silhouettes could he glimpse a hint of their arcane techniques.
One of the black-robed men commanded the black tortoise shell, which, like a shield, manifested as a huge spectral tortoise. Though only slightly smaller than the Lightning-Devouring Falcon, it emitted a mournful roar as it crawled across the heavens, its head held high as it glared fiercely at the falcon.
Meanwhile, the Wuji Sect's leader casually swung his sword, unleashing a sword qi that stretched for a thousand zhang and effortlessly cleaved through the wind sea—leaving a gap that had taken an eternity to mend.
Qin Sang watched in awe, his heart pounding and his spirit utterly captivated.
Compared to the two Spiritual Infant cultivators, the Lightning-Devouring Falcon had not been any less formidable—in fact, it might even have held the advantage. Its cry was piercing, laden with both warning and fury; with a single outburst it unleashed a column of lightning, and when it flapped its wings, thunderstorms erupted. The wild torrents of thunderbolts radiated an aura of utter destruction that, even from afar, made Qin Sang’s heart tremble.