Zhou Ying revolved through the air, dodging a few beams of golden light as she struck with her daggers, tearing space apart and leaving a black trail behind.

A golden beam of light burst in an explosion, its force sending Zhou Ying flying into the distance. With her vitality, however, Zhou Ying easily healed up from the wounds she received.

The other golden beams of light, realizing that they couldn't catch up to Zhou Ying, all stopped moving. They spread their wings wide.

The remaining nine beams all revealed themselves to be superior golden birds.

Zhou Ying cried out, "This is ridiculous! These birds can be mass-produced?!"

Was it...