The moment the sense of danger washed over it, the Peacock Divine Bird knew something was wrong.
Years of experience fighting in the Beast God Realm had taught it that no matter the situation, it was better to retreat when sensing danger than to foolishly stand its ground. Because even a Divine Bird, once dead, stayed dead. The Peacock was not a Phoenix, not an undying bird; it couldn't afford to make a mistake.
So, without the slightest hesitation, the bird—which just moments before had been majestically fanning its tail feathers with an imposing air—immediately folded them and prepared to retreat and defend.
But while it was fast, Su Zhou was faster.
After that sigh, specks of bluish-purple Demon Fire appeared all around Su Zhou. They circled his body like starlight, emitting a cold, clear radiance.
