The Golden-Winged Roc King suddenly woke up. He immediately pulled up his clothes and looked at his stomach.
The feathers on his abdomen were shiny, and his skin was intact. There were no wounds.
Was I dreaming? Puzzlement flashed across the Golden-Winged Roc King's face. But why does it hurt so much even in a dream?
He was confused. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand.
Ever since the Golden-Winged Roc King had been forced to become a vassal of the giant spirit race, the series of events that had happened made him feel that he couldn't understand this world.
This was completely different from the world he had known before.
Be it connate divine weapons or experts who could easily defeat him, they were all things he had never thought of in the past.
"You're awake."
Just as the Golden-Winged Roc King was feeling puzzled, he heard a voice. Then Zhou Shu pushed open the door and entered.