chapter 395 Refining the strange fire

The black iron-feathered eagle spread its wings like a ferocious bird, soaring into the sky and bringing up a large hurricane. With the naked eye, one could see a figure sitting cross-legged on the back of the Iron-Feathered Eagle. Who else could it be but Garfield Qin? "Damn it, how could this guy have a flying blood beast? Is he also a beast tamer? Moreover, why did the connection between me and the air-eating ants completely disappear?" The cloaked man's face turned pale, and he vaguely...