C1373 The Flying Roc of Victory

A cold light could be seen flashing across the black feathers. Every single feather emitted a faint fluctuation of spirit energy, turning into thousands of fine black lines that shot towards Lu Lee.

This time, most of the sharp feathers were aimed at Lu Lee's vitals. It could be seen that Fei Peng didn't hold back at all.

Black lines streaked across the sky