Shooting" After the words came, the bowstring sounded. Ten people from the archer team shot arrows at the same time. A hundred meters away, a team of Qixiao, who were detouring on the flank of the battlefield, fell to the ground one after another. Those who were not dead were soon filled with an arrow. This was the seventh wave of Qixiao team encountered. The closer they were to Aden City, the stronger the oppression brought by the war. Everyone passed by the place where the team Qixiao died, and found a unique remains near the corpse. The head was like an eagle, with a curved and hard eagle beak, and the torso and lower limbs were almost the same as humans, with white skin, and their arms were fleshy wings from their elbows to their waists. They looked like the structure of a bat winger. It felt like this thing could fly, but it seemed that they could only glide, because the muscles of the body were too tight, so the pair of meat wings should not be able to support it. "Yu Shang? This should be the enemy of Qixiao."

Zhou Yuke squatted aside, fiddled with the corpse with the tip of the sword of the war sickle, and asked in confusion. "This should be a hybrid of humans, eagles, and bats. It looks so weird."

"They are the enemies of Qi Xiao, but they are not necessarily our comrades-in-arms. I guess we will meet this thing in a while. Let's go, you pervert!"

Yang Zhao kicked him lightly

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To be continued...