Chapter 4004 A Sudden Stroke of Good Fortune

Everyone began shouting at once. "It's dangerous there!"

"There is a six-headed eagle!"

"Get out of here right now!"

yelled the son of the leader. His call was echoed by several other men in black behind him. They wanted to stop Zen from climbing up.

However, Zen could not do as they said, even if he wanted to. The Treacherous Being had taken full control of his body. Although Zen's soul remained intact in his own head, he had no way to communicate with the Treacherous Being, so it was even less likely that the Treacherous Being could listen to anyone else.

Without hesitation, without getting distracted, Zen continued to climb up. Clearly, the Treacherous Being was targeting the pagoda mountain upon which the six-headed eagles had built their nest.

The piercing cry of a bird echoed in the air.

The female eagle stretched out its neck to issue a warning call to Zen, who was already halfway to his goal.

The six-headed eagle was very sensitive to danger, and sensed that Zen possessed a strange and powerful aura. Wary of Zen, the eagle did not immediately spit out corrosive saliva at him.

Yet Zen continued to climb, oblivious to the threat posed by the six-headed eagle.

"Don't go up! That eagle has deadly saliva that will melt you completely. It has warned you already!"

"That is weird. The six-headed eagles are always ready to attack without warning."

"Yes, that female eagle is reacting in a strange way..."

The men wearing black robes had prepared well. Because they intended to steal the eggs of the six-headed eagles, they had thoroughly immersed themselves in the lore and habits of the eagles, investigating them to discover their patterns of behavior.

These men had learned that the eagles were quick to attack any creature that dared to approach them, so negotiation was virtually impossible. They would spit on anyone before they could say a word. The men had never seen the eagles hesitate before attacking an intruder.

So for a six-headed eagle to warn Zen was very unusual. If it had truly been a warning, then there was only one obvious explanation—something about Zen must have caused the eagle to be afraid of attacking him directly.

The black-robed men watched Zen closely. How powerful was this human youth?

Everyone subconsciously rejected the idea that Zen could be very powerful. After all, no matter how strong he was, he was still only a human. It was impossible for a human to grow strong enough for a six-headed eagle to be afraid of him.

The eagle let out another mournful cry. "Aooo!"

It was obvious that the eagle was trying to warn Zen to go away, instead of engaging him in direct battle. What was going on? Was a six-headed eagle really afraid of a mere human?

The people in black robes were confused at the unexpected behavior of the eagle, but there was also a glimmer of hope rising in their hearts.

Could this human be capable of dealing with the six-headed eagles?

The eagle got agitated after Zen ignored its second warning. It reared back and spat out a mouthful of deadly green s

rritable, so others didn't dare provoke them. They not only attacked immediately, they were vengeful creatures that plundered everywhere when they were enraged. A six-headed eagle would never forgive or forget a creature that had invaded its nest.

The eagle sliced through the air as it swooped towards Zen.

Quickly it rose back up, circling in the air once, then swooped down on Zen again.

The only goal of the Treacherous Being was to overturn the pagoda mountain. If it hadn't been provoked first, it wouldn't have fought back.

After driving away the female eagle, the Treacherous Being was ready to topple down the pagoda mountain.

When the male eagle came about a hundred feet close to him, Zen immediately turned and jumped.

He soared through the air and landed on the back of the outraged eagle, who had been completely unprepared for that move. No one had ever even imagined getting so close to a six-headed eagle before.

Zen slashed his hand several times, creating an invisible force that was like a sharp sword cutting through the necks of the male eagle.

Five of its six necks were cut off, leaving only the last one still attached.

Zen had no intention of killing the eagle. Instead, as the eagle veered through the air, emitting cries of pain, he leaped from its back.

He grabbed onto the top of the mountain and slid down. As he moved, he suddenly pushed it.

There was a loud clicking sound, like a gear functioning, then the whole pagoda mountain swayed. Everyone stared as the mountain toppled sideways.

As the pagoda mountain fell to the ground, three bird eggs rolled out of the nest.

Although the eggs were thrown to the ground from tens of thousands of feet in the air, they were unharmed. Evidently, the eggs were very tough and resistant to damage.

The eggs rolled on the ground and came to a stop near the leader of the men in black robes.

The black-robed people were stunned by this sudden stroke of good fortune. They stood motionless, staring at the precious eggs, hardly daring to breathe.