The Ironwing Horned Eagle spread its half-a-mile-wide wings. Its wings were like heaven-splitting blades that crashed down upon Mu Xue.

Because its body was so huge, Mu Xue truly appeared like an ant in front of it.

However, one thing that put Long Chen at ease was that the Ironwing Horned Eagle was still in the early Xiantian realm and had yet to advance.

Furthermore, although it had reached the Xiantian realm, its bloodline wasn’t pure. The bloodline its ancestor had left behind for it was becoming thin, and perhaps this Ironwing Eagle’s descendants would find it difficult just to reach the Xiantian realm.

A Magical Beast’s bloodline inheritance was even more important than a human’s. However, their bloodline inheritance wasn’t endless. If a hundred generations passed without another descendant reaching the same bloodline purity as its ancestor, then after those hundred generations, the bloodline would drop by one rank.

After another hundred generations without the pure bloodline reappearing, then it would drop another rank, all the way until the race was cruelly washed out by nature’s rules.

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