Chương 1490: Golden Crow Han Muye, Patriarch of the Han Mountain Tribe (2)

"Bam!"

The golden eagle lost control of its body and plummeted downward.

"Chirp—"

"Chirp—"

The golden eagle emitted a painful scream, and its body seemed to expand.

"It wants to self-destruct!"

"It wants to explode its essence spirit!"

In the distance, cries of alarm echoed.

If a beast with such cultivation self-destructed, none of the Golden Crows below would survive.

All eyes were on Han Muye in the sky.

What would he do?

Rescue?

It was impossible.

Unless it was the True Spirit Realm.

Otherwise, it was impossible to save someone.

The only thing he could do was probably retreat.

He would give up on his race and protect himself.

If he didn't retreat, he would be severely injured or killed.

Difficult decision!

"Patriarch, leave quickly!"

Han Yunhe shouted.

"Patriarch, leave quickly!"

Below, the members of the Han Mountain Tribe shouted.