C69 The Revenge of the Human Face Bird.
"You've poisoned me!"
The human-faced bird struggled to flap its wings, but it was clear that it was losing strength, its flaps growing feebler by the second.
Zhao Dong had no time for idle chatter. He was busy conjuring a wind blade, ready to strike at the bird's wings when it least expected it.
But the creature's keen senses picked up the subtle disturbances in the air