CHAPTER 473: CHAPTER 434 ACTIVATED BEAST HIDE · THUNDERBIRD CLOAK

Screech——

A giant bird with majestic blue feathers continuously circled above the forest. Its wingspan reached 12 meters, comparable to the largest known flying creature of humanity—the Wind God Winged Dragon.

Yet even such a massive creature was merely equivalent to a human teenager of fifteen or sixteen in the Blue Eagle clan, far from reaching its life’s peak.

At this moment, looking down at a few prey in the forest, the Blue Eagle’s pair of golden eyes flashed with dazzling bright white electricity.

Crackle...

Boom!

In the forest, lightning and thunder raged, with glaring strikes occasionally crashing down from the sky, shattering rocks and crushing vegetation, leaving chaos in their wake.

After a round of routine bombardment.

Whoosh——

Like countless hunts before, the giant Blue Eagle transformed into a howling storm and suddenly charged into the forest.

"Screech!"

"Roar!"

Accompanied by inhumane roars and screeches, the forest was vibrating, and the ground was shaking, indicating that this was not a one-sided massacre.

Just seconds later.

Suddenly, a loud boom erupted.

Amidst the dust, a Fungal Strain Living Corpse pounced at the Blue Eagle’s side, exploding like a powerful human-shaped bomb.

After the strong shock wave of the explosion.

It seemed like a corpse’s grave had been unearthed, or a rotten egg broken after half a month, or a thousand skunks releasing gas... a stench beyond human imagination, even the air seemed to be tinged with an odd color.

Ugh~

Clatter!

The Blue Eagle, suffering both mental and physical trauma, flapped its wings and shattered the trees overhead, shrieking as it soared into the sky.

However, its once magnificent blue feathers appeared patchier, and its eyes, which once sparkled like golden thunderballs, were now scattered and slightly red; evidently, the "human bomb" had effects beyond a simple stench.

In reality, as a powerful demonized creature with not much intelligence, the Thunderbird had never linked these sneaky fellows to the mysterious tumult in its tribe.

It was merely hungry and happened to see these creatures in its hunting grounds, preparing to hunt and eat them.

Birds and humans relied on each other, and aside from members of the Quinayinter Clan, any creature that appeared in their sight was prey.

But it never thought it would encounter several "human-like skunks" armed with horrifying biochemical weapons!

"Whew... whew... such bastards!

That damn crow didn’t mention this in the information it gave us!

Near the target Thunderbird Clan, there truly lived a rare demonized creature comparable in strength to a Sub-dragon—Thunderbird?"

The "Poisonous Wolf" had barely any fur left, its body emitting a nauseating burnt smell. Both faces atop its wolf head were panting heavily, tongues hanging out like a dog.

Its appearance suggested it might collapse and die at any moment.

"An almost adult Tier 2 Peak Thunderbird nearly ate me.

Luckily, the one we encountered wasn’t fully grown. If it were an adult Thunderbird, we might not have made it back."

Nearby, a group of "Living Corpses" looked even more grim. Of the five carefully cultivated [Fungal Strain Living Corpses], only three remained, including his hidden main body.

"We need to retreat immediately.

Although not much time has passed, we’re still a bit too close to the ’Thunderbird’ clan, and if a Tier 3 Totem Warrior comes out to suppress the tribe’s turmoil, it would be troublesome.

Even though that detestable Thunderbird has been temporarily driven away by the ’Corpse Bomb,’ such a vengeful creature might return at any moment."

The most feared aspect of a meticulously planned action is unexpected events, purely due to bad luck. They had no place to complain and could only grit their teeth and swallow their frustrations.

Spitting on the ground, the "Living Corpse" could only bitterly utter a single word:

"Go."

Placing the rough ceramic pot that survived the battle into a Magic Pocket at his waist resembling an animal’s stomach, the remaining four figures just reached the large gap in the forest left by the Thunderbird.

Bang——

A gunshot rang out in the distance.

A bright red streak flashed, and one of three hooded figures had its head blown apart.

"Not good!"

As two quickly concealed themselves, they saw four agile figures swiftly leaping among the treetops, nearly upon them in a blink.

Especially the leader; though due to Aiven’s immense control over the Life Magnetic Field, they couldn’t immediately perceive his Tier 3 essence.

But from his speed alone, it was clear that he wasn’t much slower than the Thunderbird.

Their seemingly hostile approach made their hearts sink yet again.

Following several unexpected events in this operation, the spirits of the two Black Wizards were constantly plummeting.

Having just fought fiercely with the Thunderbird and neither of them unscathed, they had no desire for another battle with these apparent foes.

One of the remaining "Living Corpses" pulled a black cloak from the Magic Pocket at his waist and tossed it into the air.

umbra——

[Witchcraft Artifact: Shadow Cloak]

Effect: A creation from the Shadow School, allowing the target under the cloak to enter the crevice of the Shadow Realm and completely block all views from the Material World.