A piercing shriek echoed through the dreamscape, this time with harrowing clarity. Lin Jie could finally make out the appearance of the colossal iron-winged bird. But this dream was different. Suspended in the air before him was a massive, shimmering drop of golden blood—the very essence he had consumed.
The iron-winged bird, which had been relentlessly hunting him, faltered. Its predatory eyes fixed on the golden blood, and it froze
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