"Crack!"
The fiery red figure struggled to fly up from the Great Rift Valley, collapsing onto the snow as soon as it steadied itself.
Its feathers were disheveled and dull, its widespread wings trembled slightly, obviously devoid of any strength left.
Several members of the Fire Phoenix army in protective gear immediately surrounded it, pulling out medicines to spray on its wings, while others patted incessantly to promote absorption of the medicine.
Zhao Li walked over from a distance, glanced at the exhausted Fire Phoenix Pheasant, and asked with a heavy voice, "Hao Zi, how's it going?"
"Reporting to the deputy leader, we've explored to a depth of over a thousand meters, but this is already the limit for the Fire Phoenix Pheasant. Regarding Professor Chen's side..." Tong Hao looked towards a nearby tent and continued, "Unless a few Generals personally come over or we invite a more professional team..."
"We've run out of options."
