As he spoke, Darryl's expression was ice cold as his gaze glinted murderously.

So many Raksa tribe members and people of the Nine Continents had died. These two golden birds had to pay for what they had done.

"Awoo, awoo…"

Sensing Darryl's fierceness, the birds lowered their heads and let out pitiful whines.

Darryl did not pay them any mind, moving to strike.

"Watch out, Darryl!"

Yet just then, Monna caught sight of the air behind Darryl as the color drained from her face in an instant.

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