Looking at this tiny bundle, Yang Fan felt as if his heart were being ruthlessly gripped by an icy hand.
The proud Vermilion Bird, the divine creature that could incinerate the eight wildernesses, had been reduced to such a state all to protect him! Its final spark of life had transformed into armor to guard him, burning away the divine essence it had accumulated over millions of years. At this moment, it was even weaker than a newly hatched chick.
"Birdie..." Yang Fan’s throat felt as if it had been scoured by sandpaper; his voice was so hoarse it was barely audible.
Chapter 610