Ye Feng's eyes widened, somewhat dumbfounded.
He had never seen such a freak, completely not following the routine.
This was the first time Ye Feng had encountered such a situation, so he was somewhat at a loss.
This Five-Colored Bird was like a stone tablet, standing in the center of his sea of consciousness, emitting a sense of vicissitudes.
"What the h*ll are you?"
Ye Feng shouted angrily, his eyes staring at this Five-Colored Bird.
This Five-Colored Bird did not pay attention to Ye Feng. It was like a statue, not moving at all.
Seeing this scene, Ye Feng became even more confused.
"Could it be that it's already dead? No, it's definitely not that simple."
Ye Feng shook his head.
"Since it's not dead, why didn't it make any movements?"
Ye Feng looked at the Five-Colored Bird.
At this moment, a faint black smoke suddenly emerged from the Five-Colored Bird's body.