Chapter 441: Poison Eagle Totem

The poison eagle hovered in the sky, dark red blood dripping from its wound, emitting a strange odor.

All the blood flowed into the sea of blood, but it was not absorbed; instead, it was silently stored.

The poison eagle's already scarlet eyes grew even more ferocious under the pain's stimulation.

It never expected that an ant it regarded as mere prey would inflict such damage,

Though the poison eagle cannot speak, its intelligence is not inferior to humans; indeed, due to its predatory nature, its cunning far surpasses that of ordinary individuals.

At this moment, realizing Mu Yi was not ordinary food, it focused its full attention, watching Mu Yi and circling above him, yet delayed its attack.

"A bit troublesome!"

Mu Yi stared at the circling poison eagle, feeling helpless; the Hungry Ghost Dao's power was constantly draining his vitality, but compared to the life force of an immortal‑god‑level poison eagle, the drain was far too slow.

And the poison eagle's speed was too great; he could hardly catch up to it.

The techniques of rising clouds and controlling wind were not agile enough for flight; they could not grasp a creature that was inherently a flying being, and Mu Yi's bird‑totem wings, whose power came from the poison eagle's descendant bloodline, were even more inadequate against the original bloodline.

Therefore Mu Yi could only stand in place, waiting for the poison eagle to come to him.

Fortunately, this was taking place inside Mu Yi's divine kingdom, so there was no worry of the poison eagle escaping; enduring this stalemate was acceptable.

"Wow!"

The poison eagle's patience, worn down by the pain, finally exhausted; it let out a cry like a baby's wail and then dove down at Mu Yi.

Accompanying the dive was a terrifying impact capable of piercing metal and splitting stone.

The poison eagle cleverly combined the two forces, making it appear as if the terrifying impact stemmed solely from the dive.

But if one truly thought that, they would be in for a world of trouble.

This was a double attack; the sound‑wave impact could not be altered, yet the poison eagle's dive could be adjusted at any moment.

If mistaken for a single strike, the poison eagle would likely dodge instantly and then seize the opening to launch a fierce assault.

However, the poison eagle's experience was ultimately limited; it did not grasp the significance of the divine kingdom.

This was inside Mu Yi's divine kingdom, where his perception was greatly heightened—how could he be confused by the poison eagle's tricks?

The Great Summer Dragon Sparrow, imbued with unparalleled ferocious power, struck down like a desperate all‑or‑nothing move; the blade light, filled with vicious aura, directly shattered the sound‑wave impact.

The poison eagle flapped its wings, flickered into appearance behind Mu Yi, and its razor‑sharp claws lunged at him.

However, at the very moment the reek‑laden gale swept toward Mu Yi,

Mu Yi gave a feral grin, turned his body, and launched an upward slash in the same motion.

The poison eagle's speed was great; relying purely on reaction would truly have let it land a hit.

Unfortunately, the poison eagle's intent had long been seen through by Mu Yi, who turned the tables with a feint, his superb acting deceiving the eagle.

Appearing to be a full‑force blow, it was actually only thirty percent power, leaving seventy percent in reserve, ready to shift techniques at any moment.

Although the poison eagle was innately cunning, compared to a hunter it was nothing more than prey awaiting slaughter.

The poison eagle abandoned its speed advantage and deliberately offered itself up.

Mu Yi naturally held nothing back; this time he expended all his strength, even forgoing defense, and struck straight at the poison eagle's wings.

As long as the poison eagle's wings were crippled, the rest of the fight would become far simpler.

The poison eagle's talons had already surpassed most divine weapons; Mu Yi's Vajra‑Indestructible body was easily torn open.

The claws seized a large chunk of flesh from Mu Yi's chest and abdomen, leaving two gaping wounds; the excruciating pain drew a groan from him as well.

Likewise, his mighty chop, delivered at great cost, cleanly severed one of the poison eagle's wings at the base; even its hard bone could not save it.

Mu Yi had specially enhanced his slashing ability, enabling him to cut it off so cleanly and decisively.

Losing a wing did not deprive the poison eagle of flight, but it greatly impaired its agility.

The poison eagle and Mu Yi locked eyes, both gazes filled with anger born of pain.

After a brief silence, Mu Yi swallowed several healing pills, using his will to suppress the injuries so they would not worsen further.

He himself directly vibrated the bird‑totem wings behind him, charging forward toward the poison eagle.

From the moment the poison eagle's wing broke, the offensive and defensive balance had completely reversed.

Nevertheless, without the lure of using himself as bait, the poison eagle's speed in evading attacks remained exaggerated.

Mu Yi often lagged a step behind, so his attacks could never unleash their full potential.

Each time, the poison eagle could avoid the main damage at extreme speed, causing Mu Yi's slashes to miss.

After the familiar clang of metal on metal faded away.

Mu Yi landed back on the ground, somewhat heavily, and lifted his head to gaze at the poison eagle.

The opponent proved even more ferocious than he had imagined; though he had slashed it dozens of times, most of the injuries were merely superficial or light.

Only the strike in which he threw himself into the fray and severed the poison eagle's wing counted as a serious wound; aside from that, it had hardly inflicted any serious harm on the eagle.

Even so, the poison eagle could still find moments to guard and counterattack, combining sound waves, wings, and claws to inflict considerable damage on him.

Although it was not as fast‑healing as Xiang Liu, as an ancient‑era ferocious beast its recovery speed was still monstrous.

The wing that Mu Yi had previously chopped off actually showed faint signs of regrowing.

However, the wounds Mu Yi inflicted, suffused with Hungry Ghost Dao power, continually devoured everything of the poison eagle; the very energy that should have fueled its regeneration was completely consumed.

"Far more troublesome than I imagined……"

Mu Yi stared at the poison eagle, his face as still as water; this fellow truly had a couple of tricks, the deities he had faced on the Star Realm Battlefield were no better.

He also finally understood what the Classic of Mountains and Seas meant by 'good at eating people.'

Those three simple words concealed countless human blood and tears.

Although compared to those deities the poison eagle lacked many flashy abilities, its sturdy body was enough to erase any imbalance.

Having discarded all contempt, Mu Yi began a war of attrition with the poison eagle.

He no longer tried to slay the poison eagle outright; instead, he chose to launch relentless pursuits, leaving as many wounds on it as possible.

The more wounds the poison eagle bore, the weaker it became.

In the thousands of pursuits, Mu Yi fully imposed the will of reincarnation onto the Poison Eagle.

During the long stalemate, the Poison Eagle began to lose its mind, its fighting spirit waned.

The sound waves that could once pierce gold and split stone gradually weakened, fatigue and exhaustion began to devour the Poison Eagle.

With one weakening as the other strengthened, Mu Yi finally gained the upper hand.

Mu Yi, wielding the Great Summer Dragon Sparrow Blade, surged again toward the Poison Eagle.

The Poison Eagle keenly sensed Mu Yi's movement, but this time its speed slowed, and it could not evade Mu Yi's slash.

The keen blade instantly tore flesh, cleaving bone, producing a clang of metal, followed by a scream of extreme pain.

Previously, the Poison Eagle could rely on its sharp reflexes to dodge damage in time, and even if it could not, it could retaliate tooth for tooth, harming Mu Yi while being hurt itself.

Exchanging injury for injury tested both sides' depth and recovery speed.

Now, however, its weakened body felt overwhelming fatigue; the Poison Eagle's will began to scatter, and its once robust frame moved like lead, inch by inch.

Under the painful stimulus, the Poison Eagle barely avoided the next slash.

Yet in a place the Poison Eagle did not notice, amid the Sea of Blood rose a near‑celestial Asura Dharma Form.

The moment the Poison Eagle sensed it, a massive fist‑like hammer swung down.

The Asura Dharma Form's attack speed was too slow; before it could never hit the Poison Eagle, but this time the Poison Eagle failed to react.

Until the moment it struck, Frenzy power revealed its vicious malice, like a mountain‑sized fist crushing the Poison Eagle, nearly fracturing its bones and forcing it to plunge straight into the Sea of Blood.

It tried to use the Sea of Blood to evade Mu Yi's attack.

But unfortunately, the Sea of Blood belonged to Mu Yi's power, and the Asura Dharma Form instantly displayed its divine might.

The heavy blow caused the Poison Eagle's blood to gush back into its eyes, bleeding out through every wound.

"Die!"

Continuous strikes made the Poison Eagle's eyelids feel like a thousand pounds, unable to open; in the blurred vision it could only perceive a blade light radiating endless killing intent.

In the next instant, the Poison Eagle's sight began to spin endlessly as Mu Yi decapitated it; the head flew high and landed before Mu Yi.

Holding the Poison Eagle's head, Mu Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief; although the battle was not especially easy, it was certainly his most exhausting fight.

The headless Poison Eagle, lacking any strange divine skill, saw its life force rapidly draining from its body.

Mu Yi did not waste it; he drained all the blood from the Poison Eagle's body, then sat cross‑legged in the Divine Realm, using the Sea of Blood to transfer all the blood to himself.

Before the refining began, the bird totem behind Mu Yi immediately started heating up.

Mu Yi carefully poured all the blood into the bird totem; the totem, already hot, became even more scorching, yet felt no pain, only burning, marking a historic advancement.

"Upgrade successful, you have obtained the Bird Totem (Divine); the totem's power has been activated!"

With Mu Yi's confirmation, a prompt also refreshed on the retina.

The burning sensation began to fade, leaving only tingling; the totem on his back brimmed with a strange power.

【Bird Totem】 (Divine):

Effect 1: Wings sprout from the back:

By spending a certain amount of Zongwang Disaster Coin, the character can generate a pair of wings, treated as natural limbs, granting full damage reduction.

With wings, the character can fly; flight speed depends on strength, constitution, and wing potency.

(Under Divine‑grade totem influence, current wing potency equals 100% of constitution)

The wings automatically recover; when attacked they can be treated as weapon blocks and have extra resistance to elemental damage.

ps: The wing flight effect is not magical flight and consumes stamina.

Effect 2: Fury Wind Power: gains ability to control Fury Wind.

After a standard action, the character summons a Fury Wind sphere to command (wind power determined by perception and totem quality).

(Under Divine‑grade totem influence, Fury Wind power is 200% of normal output)

Fury Wind is a magical flight effect, can be dispelled, devoured, strengthened, or amplified.

Effect 3: Bird Totem Power:

Energy regeneration is fully enhanced (regeneration speed determined by perception and totem quality)

(Under Divine‑grade totem influence, energy regeneration is increased by an additional 100%)

A comprehensive upgrade; the once mediocre Bird Totem is reborn.

Mu Yi emerged from the Divine Realm, his two robust wings fluttering lightly, disappearing like a flash, much faster than before, perfectly replicating the Poison Eagle's speed.

"Wow!"

Mu Yi let out a high‑pitched scream; a terrifying shock radiated from his mouth, the gold‑splitting, stone‑cracking impact scattering instantly.

In the nearby tribe, humans looked anxiously at the sky, prepared to resist the Poison Eagle.

Far away, some ancient ten‑thousand‑species beings, not yet dormant but drawn by the commotion, raised an eyebrow.

They saw a familiar figure—Mu Yi, who cautiously did not unleash a great fog nor display the conspicuous three‑heads‑six‑arms divine skill; these powerful alien beings were only mildly surprised before looking away.

Totem‑crafting techniques are not a secret among humans.

Although they thought Mu Yi's totem power was odd, perhaps from Jiuli technology, Jiuli has already fully merged into various human tribes, so it is unsurprising who possesses such tech.

Moreover, look around: the human tribes encircling in a V‑shape, and farther off, faint glances from some human elites.

Even if the ancient ten‑thousand‑species have ten thousand reasons to dislike Mu Yi's growth and wish to erase him,

the human tradition of protecting their young prevents them from acting, fearing they would provoke the Yellow Emperor into a great purge.

What Chi You could achieve, the Yellow Emperor as victor can naturally also achieve.

They know well that if the Yellow Emperor did not desire the human races to be ravaged and wished to rest,

the humans have long become war‑monger factions, already marching against alien races.

In fact, it is much the same now.

Though Chi You is gone, the Yellow Emperor commands many war generals, plus powerful entities like the Nine‑Heaven Mysterious Lady and Ying Long.

Each time the human race wages war with a just cause, but as the number of times adds up, it's also hard not to suspect that this might be a trap.

Once the human race is given a channel to mobilize troops, other myriad races also find it difficult to intervene.

After all, everyone has signed the covenant; the cost of breaking it is too great for anyone to bear.

After all, if the human race is driven to desperation, they could at least take away two-thirds of the power of the Mountain Sea Myriad Races; no one wants to gamble on whether they are the lucky one-third.

Thus everyone can only maintain this strange balance, while also distributing some benefits to nurture ferocious beasts such as poison eagles and cultivated snakes, letting them cause trouble for human tribes and disrupt the speed of human development.