The cries came from the cliff top and echoed through the narrow rock wall, becoming extremely harsh. Even the Ancient Martial Artists felt their eardrums tingling.
"What's that sound?" Miss raised her head to look towards the peak, but the crevice was too deep to see the situation at the top.
"It's the Snow Eagle." Yan Lingling suddenly pulled Bai to a halt, her expression somewhat tense.
"Why did you stop?" Someone urged from behind.
Yan Lingling turned back to warn, "There's a Snow Eagle appearing, be careful."
"It's just an eagle, what's there to fear." Situ Yufeng frowned.
Ordinary people might fear an eagle, but not the Ancient Martial Artists, moreover, they were carrying their sect's treasured swords. An eagle, even a flock of them, would just be delivering food.
It's not just Situ Yufeng who thought so; Ling Shuiyao and Ghost also had the same thought.
"Bai once fought a Snow Eagle on the icefield, and it was a draw." Yan Lingling said seriously.
