Chapter 378 Avian-folk

Hails of feathers as hard and sharp as arrows crisscrossed against salvos of bullets from the soldiers' rifles.

Steel-like glints bounced off the feathers in the sunlight as they struck down the bullets fired at them while the rest were reduced into harmless white flashes when they hit the magical shield of light that Chu Xun conjured.

These were not the average pennaceous feathers that Wingeds used to fly but a skill they used in combat.

The feathers struck down every bullet that the guards fired and Chu Xun's magical shield defended the guards from the torrent of deadly-steel feathers, culminating in a stalemate.

The only Winged on the ground – the one whom Chu Xun shot down earlier with Jiang Tao's rifle – had his face contorting with spasms of anger and bitterness.

The Winged race had never suffered the ignominy of defeat since they revealed themselves to the world. They feared no one, save the races of Peacocks an