After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Fei Yu knew very well that the wilder and more unruly creatures were, once tamed, they would become his most powerful helpers in this cruel world, and their value would be immeasurable.

The Golden Eagle King's unruly eyes and powerful aura not only did not make Fei Yu retreat, but instead were like a raging fire, igniting her desire to conquer to its peak. A look of determination flashed across her delicate face, and she vowed to bring this powerful being under her command.

The master-servant imprint deep in the Golden Eagle King's sea of ​​consciousness was like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years. It was usually silent, but at this moment it trembled slightly due to the disturbances in the outside world, as if responding to some ancient call.

This subtle fluctuation is like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Although it is inconspicuous, it has caused ripples in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, foreshadowing the coming of an unknown storm.

In the camp where Murong Ling'er was, the morning light shone through the dense branches and leaves, making the scene look dappled. Everyone sat around, enjoying a rare moment of peace and warmth. The steaming food exuded an enticing aroma, curling up in the air.

However, this peace was soon broken.

Murong Ling'er was about to pick up a piece of tender grilled meat, when suddenly, a strange light flashed in her bright eyes, her delicate body trembled slightly, and the bowl and chopsticks in her hands slipped quietly.

She moved lightly, like a light cloud, and floated back to the carriage, leaving everyone in astonishment.

Chu Lingfeng looked at her departing back, his brows furrowed, and doubts surged in his heart like a tide.

Murong Ling'er entered the carriage and waved her jade hand quickly. Mysterious runes flashed in the air, interweaving into layer after layer of indestructible restrictions. Her divine consciousness was like a dazzling beam of light, passing through layers of fog and instantly found the master-servant mark connected to the Golden Eagle King.

Immediately afterwards, her spiritual consciousness rushed into the Golden Eagle King's sea of ​​consciousness like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky.

At this moment, the Golden Eagle King's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be cursed by the devil. The wind was howling, dark clouds were gathering, and chaotic energy was colliding wantonly, forming a violent sea of ​​storms.

With the help of the Golden Eagle King's perception, Murong Ling'er saw the outside world unfolding before her eyes like a scroll. She saw Feiyu's persistent and slightly crazy eyes, and the tired but still tenaciously fighting figures of Jingya and Jingsi.

At this critical moment, a sacred halo slowly rose from the master-servant mark. This halo was like an auspicious light from the sky, pure and powerful. It was like a magical comb, gently combing the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness of the Golden Eagle King. Every touch was like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, dispelling the haze, calming the storm, and allowing the Golden Eagle King's sea of ​​consciousness to gradually restore its former clarity and tranquility.

Fei Yu's heart was filled with confusion and unwillingness. She bit her beautiful red lips tightly, and the long flute in her hand was infused with internal energy again. The sound waves swept towards the Golden Eagle King like surging waves.

However, at this moment, the huge body of the Golden Eagle King shook violently, and it let out a long roar towards the sky. The roar was like thunder, shaking the clouds. This long roar contained endless power and anger, and turned into an invisible sharp blade, piercing Fei Yu's eardrum with a devastating force, and rushed straight into her sea of ​​consciousness.

Fei Yu only felt a sharp pain in his head, as if struck by lightning. His body staggered back a few steps uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood spurted out like a fountain, which was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.

"Miko——"

The two maids' terrified cries echoed all around. They rushed towards Feiyu in panic, but at this moment they revealed a fatal flaw.

A cold murderous intent flashed in Zhao Wei's deep eyes. His figure was like a black lightning, and he rushed forward in an instant. The long sword in his hand shone coldly, like a meteor in the dark night, and pierced into the chest of a maid accurately.

The maid opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief. Before she could even let out a scream, she died.

Zhao Wei drew out his long sword, and with a flick of his wrist, blood splattered out from the sword, turning into a blood mist in the sunlight. He then kicked out with a powerful force like a tidal wave, hitting the other maid, sending her flying like a rag doll, and she fell heavily into the dust.

Zhao Wei did not pause at all. His figure drew an arc in the air like a ghost and launched a more fierce attack towards Fei Yu.

His swordsmanship was like a dragon emerging from the sea. Each sword move contained deadly power and exquisite technique. The wind from his sword whistled, as if to tear apart the surrounding air.

Fei Yu endured the severe pain in his sea of ​​consciousness and tried his best to fight back. The flute in his hand turned into a temporary stick, and it collided with Zhao Wei's sword, creating a series of dazzling sparks.

Feiyu's sea of ​​consciousness was severely damaged, and his face was distorted beyond recognition. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, as if they were about to burst from his eye sockets.

Blood kept gushing out from her mouth and nose. Her once delicate lips were now dyed a deep red. Her teeth were chattering in pain. A painful roar came from the depths of her throat, like the desperate roar of a wounded beast, echoing in the open space, which was creepy.

Jingya saw Feiyu staggering under Zhao Wei's fierce attack. She was anxious and gritted her teeth, thinking to herself: "If I don't help, we will all die here today!"

At that moment, her delicate body turned, like an arrow shot from a bow, wrapped in a whistling wind, and rushed towards Zhao Wei. The long sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, and her sword moves were ruthless and decisive, as if she was determined to die together.

Zhao Wei faced the attack from both of them, but he stood firm like a towering mountain. At this moment, he was like a god of war returning from the Nine Nether Hell, emitting a terrifying murderous aura.

On the other hand, Feiyu's severe pain in her sea of ​​consciousness made it difficult for her to concentrate. The sonic power that once frightened countless people was now like a spell that had lost its magic and could no longer be performed.

Zhao Wei was at ease in this battle, and every time he swung his sword he was confident of victory.

Fei Yu was filled with resentment and astonishment. She could not believe that a golden eagle king, which she regarded as an ordinary bird, could become her nightmare.

The sonic skills she had mastered after more than ten years of dedicated practice in the secret room and countless hardships were as fragile as thin paper in front of the Golden Eagle King and were torn apart easily.

This huge contrast was like a sharp dagger, piercing her heart and driving her almost crazy.

She naturally didn't know that what dealt her the fatal blow was not the Golden Eagle King's seemingly ordinary howl, but the mysterious divine consciousness hidden in it, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory.

Although this trace of divine consciousness is as small as a speck of dust, it contains the power to destroy the world. It is like a slight touch from the ancient demon god, which is enough to plunge Feiyu's sea of ​​consciousness into an endless abyss and suffer a devastating disaster.

Seeing the situation taking a turn for the worse and his own injuries becoming more serious, Feiyu knew that if he continued to resist, he would surely be killed.

A trace of determination flashed in her cold eyes. She glared at the Golden Eagle King fiercely and shouted with all her strength: "Retreat!" Her voice was filled with undisguised hatred and helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Jingya struggled to resist Zhao Wei's overwhelming attacks while lightly stepping on the ground and quickly leaping back. Her figure was as light as a swallow, and she approached Feiyu in a few leaps and bounds.

Then, the two looked at each other and nodded, and at the same time displayed their superior lightness skills, tapping the ground with their toes a few times, like two rocs spreading their wings and soaring, they disappeared into the distance in an instant.

Seeing that the enemy had retreated, Zhao Wei did not rush to chase them. He knew very well that one should not pursue a desperate enemy, and the safety of the prince was the top priority.

At this time, the golden eagle king cried out to the sky, the voice was high-pitched and loud, as if declaring victory. Its huge wings spread out, like a dark cloud that could swallow the world, covering the sky and the sun.

Zhao Hao and Zhao Wei leaped forward and landed steadily on the back of the Golden Eagle King.

The golden eagle king flapped his wings suddenly, stirring up a gust of wind, and rushed away into the distance like an arrow.