That was a kind of alien race capable of speaking human language and confusing minds.

Humans devoured by it would transform into its latest human-faced form.

So, does this young man with a somewhat wooden expression actually have the face of Feng Linluan's son?

Han Zhan contemplated this, while the human-faced owl in the sky was plummeting down swiftly.

Its speed was fast, and due to its massive size, it carried a roaring wind with it.

Even the few small trees on the hilltop were swaying precariously.

The eerie wind howled.

The human-faced owl's strength was normally at Tier Six, matching that of Han Zhan, which explained why he remained unafraid.

Its main attack method was to use its terrifyingly large beak, like a massive blunt sword, to smash onto its enemies, compressing them into pulp, impossible to scrape off.

Coupled with its size advantage, the human-faced owl was better suited for battlefields filled with people. With its shadowing presence in the sky, it descended like a doomsday projectile, causing mass fatalities on the ground, making it a fearsome weapon of war.

But now, as its beak smashed towards the ground, the human-faced owl encountered enormous resistance.

It was forcefully and abruptly checked against its downward inertia!

The previously cloudy eyes on the wooden young man's face widened slightly, seemingly expressing shock.

Below, Han Zhan stood upright, lifting his right hand to block the massive beak of the human-faced owl.

The tremendous impact pressed down, and Han Zhan resisted the blow purely with his physical body.

The shockwave transformed into air currents, surging outward from beneath Han Zhan's feet, sweeping up a massive amount of dust. This dust collided with leaves and trees, creating a rustling clamor.

The human-faced owl's wings hadn't fully retracted yet,

and its half-spread wings were broader than the entire altar by a slight margin.

The dark shadow of the beast and the bizarre human face, with a beak taller and sturdier than an adult human's, were held at bay by a seemingly not robust young man using only one hand. Not far from his feet lay a pale, huddled young girl.

This scene was bizarrely surreal.

It didn't last long.

Having experienced the human-faced owl's full-force dive from the sky, Han Zhan lost interest in it and gained further insight into his bodily physique.

Without unlocking the Urgent Lock, his physical attributes should be at a Tier Six mid-level standard.

However, under the Endless Devouring—Celestial Serpent Body's enhancement, his physique could reach a Tier Six upper-level.

Together with the amplification of the Fu Xi Zither's tune, Han Zhan's physical strength could rival that of a Tier Six Peak.

Of course, if the Urgent Lock were fully unleashed, he should be able to contend with a Tier Seven Peak, and with the Four Great Divine Soldiers, he wouldn't be awkwardly fleeing when facing Tier Eight.

But these came at a cost.

Upon unlocking the Four Urgent, Han Zhan would begin consuming his life energy additionally. Though his life energy had grown more vigorous since becoming a Spirit Contract Master and would increase with realm advancement, it was better to use it sparingly.

While Han Zhan pondered this, the human-faced owl above grew restless.

What's the deal? Either fight or don't, but using your hand to block someone's mouth like this—isn't it a blatant insult?

The human-faced owl perceived the mockery from Han Zhan and grew furious.

The originally pale and wooden young man's eyes turned jet black.

It opened its mouth and spewed a dense black miasma towards Han Zhan.

Han Zhan reacted swiftly, almost in the moment the human-faced owl opened its mouth. He grasped the top and bottom edges of the beak with both hands and sharply wrenched it aside.

The black miasma quickly roiled onto the stone gate.

The stone gate, weathered by history's elements, first turned yellowish under the miasma's corrosion, then white as the yellowish hue faded. Once the area corroded by the black miasma was entirely white,

the wind blew, and it collapsed with a crash.

Han Zhan didn't grant the human-faced owl any chance to employ other means.

He applied force with both hands, stubbornly holding onto the human-faced owl's beak. With a forceful twist of his waist,

he swung the human-faced owl over his head like uprooting a willow and slammed its head mercilessly onto the ground.

The human-faced owl, shocked, struggled to re-open its wings and ascend to the sky to regain advantage.

But how could Han Zhan give it such an opportunity?

With a direct stomp on its exposed throat after it flipped over.

The crisp sound of a crack resonated,

as Han Zhan crushed the human-faced owl's throat with his foot.

Not satisfied, he firmly twisted his hands in a cross motion, rotating the human-faced owl's head, as large as a stone lion sculpture, 720°. The face of the wooden young man dissolved into black mist and disappeared.

The human-faced owl reverted to its original form.

That was a charred, blackened monkey face, which now had its eyes permanently shut, lifeless.

The heavy body of the human-faced owl was tossed to the ground, with a size comparable to two adult elephants. When it hit the ground, the entire surface trembled slightly.

Compared to the calamity beast killed earlier, which was but a few pounds of meat, bringing this human-faced owl back would surely provide enough for Fengbai Village's villagers to hold a three-day bonfire feast.

Han Zhan mused.

At that moment, he noticed a Bone Flute underneath the human-faced owl's neck.

Slaying monsters yields loot!

Han Zhan perked up, grabbed the Bone Flute, and attempted to play it.

Suddenly, the previously unconscious Feng Ya stood up straight, dancing gracefully to the rhythm of the flute...

After playing for a while, Han Zhan put down the Bone Flute and wiped his nose.

"Is that all?" he said disdainfully.

This Bone Flute should be what the human-faced owl used to control the villagers of Fengbai Village. From high above, the villagers couldn't see it.

The Bone Flute connects only with special individuals, who can ascend the altar and establish a connection with Fu Xi.

But over the years, because the human-faced owl had occupied this place, even those who made the connection with Fu Xi and acquired clues were devoured by the owl, meeting their end.

Once Han Zhan understood the entire situation, the so-called "Call of Fu Xi" had its answer.

At this point, he suddenly noticed a pitch-black hole at the central point of the altar's disc.

It seemed to be very similar in size to the Bone Flute.

So, he tried inserting the Bone Flute into that hole on the disc, and sure enough, the size was a perfect match!

As Han Zhan slowly applied force, the Bone Flute was pushed in inch by inch. With a click, the stone compass began to protrude and rotate.

This seemed to be the correct use of the Bone Flute.

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