Du Yu clutched tightly to the Dragon Horn branch, looking down at the surging, turbulent waves below.
He understood that the enemy of the Sorrow Seabird was the sea itself.
But the question was,
What would it mean to truly defeat such an enemy?
Could such an enemy really even be called an "enemy"?
"Screee~!" With a long, mournful cry, Du Yu abruptly raised his head.
Beneath the dark clouds, there was a gigantic bird, its wide, long wings spanning more than thirty meters.
It resembled a peacock, with a slender, graceful neck.
Patterns were imprinted on its birdlike head, and six long feathers rose from the crown, like soft ribbons swirling wildly in the wind.
A white beak, crimson feet.
Those elegant, trailing feathers fluttered exquisitely—even in the raging storm, they looked a little disheveled, yet could not conceal the bird's graceful form.
"Something's wrong!" Du Yu spoke, his voice heavy and sharp.
