Chapter 333: Nine-headed Bird, Become My Mount!

Caw! Just as Stefan Zimmerman was about to pick the Ganoderma, an angry, eerie bird cry split the air. A massive bird shot toward him like an arrow, bristling with murderous intent, like a hen guarding its feed. Its wings stretched over six feet. Its feathers were black streaked with dark red. Its beak was sharp and crimson, and its tail fanned out like a peacock's display, spinning like a wheel. What stunned everyone most was this: the bird had nine heads. One large head sat in the center,...