That was a kind of alien race capable of speaking human language and confusing minds.
Humans devoured by it would transform into its latest human-faced form.
So, does this young man with a somewhat wooden expression actually have the face of Feng Linluan's son?
Han Zhan contemplated this, while the human-faced owl in the sky was plummeting down swiftly.
Its speed was fast, and due to its massive size, it carried a roaring wind with it.
Even the few small trees on the hilltop were swaying precariously.
The eerie wind howled.
The human-faced owl's strength was normally at Tier Six, matching that of Han Zhan, which explained why he remained unafraid.
Its main attack method was to use its terrifyingly large beak, like a massive blunt sword, to smash onto its enemies, compressing them into pulp, impossible to scrape off.
