The three of them flew at top speed toward the location indicated by the divine talismans. The divine talismans were still glowing, which meant that Yang Yuan was still alive but in a lot of trouble.
The crimson clouds surged overhead, and a plume of scorching flames suddenly burst forth before flying toward An Lin and the others, giving all three of them a huge fright as they lowered their flying altitude.
Not long after that, several Flying Flame Birds began to gather around An Lin and the others.
The three of them initially didn't think much of this at first, but when the number of birds around them swelled to triple figures, they could no longer just ignore them.
"We can't keep letting them gather, otherwise we'll be buried!" Shangguan Yi turned and charged toward a bunch of Flying Flame Birds while wielding her longsword.
An Lin and Mo Hai also followed suit as they began to cut down the Flying Flame Birds around them.