Hearing this voice, Shao Zifeng's heart filled with joy, and he quickly turned his head to look.
"Crack."
In the night sky, eight majestic Fire Phoenix Pheasants slowly descended.
Chen Yixin lay on the back of one of the Fire Phoenix Pheasants, while Commander Shangguan Long, with a dark face, was hanging by the pheasant's claws mid-air.
The Fire Phoenix Pheasants, which were not quite suitable for riding in the first place, bore a weight they should not have had to bear.
Their wings almost seemed to leave afterimages as they flapped.
Chen Yixin, seeing the battered Qiuqiu, gave the Fire Phoenix army soldiers a look with her cold face.
Two young warriors promptly ran up to Shao Zifeng with a box, took out a potion, and injected Qiuqiu with it.
Upon receiving the injection, Qiuqiu's body twitched slightly, and his expression gradually relaxed.
Shao Zifeng, seeing this, felt the weight in his heart finally drop to the ground.
He was very grateful to everyone.
