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"Just in case we need to be ready to deploy the convocation golden radiant feather in conjunction with the peng\'s fin with its seals unlocked..At the slightest sign, we act.." she added.

The five judges all took out their gold eagle medallions and formed a seal that instantly made the medallions melt into their palms, forming a gold eagle symbol on the skin at the top of their palms.

"Also I hope the three of you can hold on for half a minute, I\'ll need Yang Qing\'s help to deploy a binding array within the turtle dragon strong enough to trap the snake into place..." Wei Ying said as she addressed Mo Liwei, Dai Chen, and Zhang Qingge.

The three nodded as they went to their respective position ready to launch an attack while Yang Qing left his position and flew into the turtle dragon\'s shell, with the shrunken universal pearl following.

The ba she hissed as it released a pressure that would have likely petrified any man or beast at the early stage of the palace realm and below, with those below the palace realm likely exploding into mists.

However, the four judges remained unmoved even when exposed to such a fearsome pressure. One had the bloodline of a hou, a creature that could swallow even dragons when angered, another had the bloodline of a similar high-ranking mythical beast, the roc, a creature that could easily traverse through one of the most perilous areas in the world, the void space, while the other three had been exposed to scarier sensations than the one the ba she was releasing.

The Ba She as if angry and embarrassed at the underwhelming effects of its display, opened its mouth as it rose up bloating the sky and submerging the area in a sudden darkness with the only source of light being the red glimmering of its scales.

A red lilac gust accompanied by tens of thousands of blood needles that seemed more condensed and deadlier than the ones released by Feng Qiu, were instantly released like an explosion from a volcano, aiming to drown the five judges.

Roc void flight tempest

Mo Liwei pushed his speed and spear intent to the extreme as he launched himself toward the red gust and tens of thousands of needles.

Mo Liwei felt a strange sensation envelop his body as he flew up, spear in hand. His body felt lighter, almost as if it was made of nothing but free-flowing air, his breath was hotter, and his vision had changed.

Time seemed like it had frozen, while he could see wavy purple-green aurora lights flowing from the west to east, as far as his eyes could see, and within that light, there were different channels.

He instinctively knew the purpose of those channels, and that if he dove into one, if he so wished he could reach the closest branch of the Order within two minutes despite it being over 5,000 kilometers away.

However, he also knew his body as it was couldn\'t handle the dense dark grey mist that was floating within those channels like a viscous substance. But that only applied to the major channels, there were millions of tiny channels floating around the aurora lights, though their distances were shorter, the dark grey star mist contained in them was thin, and Mo Liwei felt it was to the extent he could handle.

"Is this what a pure-blooded Roc sees?" he thought as he gently waved his hands with an incredulous look especially when he saw the complex ancient scripts that were now flashing on each of the feathers that were on the wings in his hands.

He then turned his gaze back to the aurora lights and then the red mist and the tens of thousands of needless that were moving at a snail-paced speed. The needles look like rocks landing on thick mud.

Mo Liwei firmly gripped his spear, as he eyed the millions of tiny channels tracing their points of convergence. Despite them numbering over millions, Mo Liwei only needed to take a short glance, to find the nexus between the channels and the needles.

He gently floated into one of the channels, and like a fish through water, he swam through it at first, then a second later it seemed like the dark grey star mist in that tiny channel seemed to be carrying him to his desired path, and all Mo Liwei had to do was nothing.

Mo Liwei let himself loose, and willingly allowed his body to be carried by the mist, with his wings rapidly flashing with ancient scripts every time they made contact with the grey star mist.

It wasn\'t long before he arrived at the first needle. He gently stabbed in slow motion with his spear which had also been coated with the dark grey star mist.

The needle broke like weak glass, and Mo Liwei was carried to the next and the next.

To Mo Liwei everything moved slowly but outside, it was a different view from the other judges.

Yang Qing and the rest had already geared themselves for a fight and positioned themselves appropriately especially when they saw the swarming needles. They knew even with Mo Liwei\'s speed, there would be blood needles that would pass through, due to the sheer numbers, and the explosive power contained in them. So they had to prepare themselves for that eventuality.

However, just as they were readying themselves, they felt a sudden change in air from Mo Liwei, that immediately translated physically. A silver light exploded from his body as his head transformed into that of an eagle-like bird. 

It had silver feathers, and silver eyes that had swirling irises that seemed like they could swallow space. It also had a silver beak that had ancient glowing glyphs on it. His wings grew more streamlined and had a grandeur mystic charm about them.

Mo Liwei\'s figure then seemed like it had vanished, and in a single breath, all the needles had been soundlessly vaporized, while the red lilac mist that was coming toward them vanished like it had been swallowed in something. 

When Mo Liwei appeared it was in front of the eyes of the Ba She. A solitary silver figure, that was half the size of the eyes of the massive figure in front of him, however that figure had a presence that dwarfed that massive figure.