C4170 Do Your Best

"Intrinsic feather... you bastard!"

Tianhu Shengye looked at Miss Crow Spirit, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

This feather that had injured him was not simple. It was extremely sharp and hard. Normal bird-type Yao Race feathers weren't this terrifying; only their natal feathers were this strong.

Thus, Tianhu Shengye could tell at a glance that Miss Crow Spirit had ambushed him