Crows fill the sky.
Their scarlet eyes are like blood.
Some soar to the high heavens, opening their mouths to catch the black snow, gulping it down.
Others streak like arrows, shooting into the black tide, instantly collapsing into part of the black surge.
And more still, fall like rain, crashing onto the Divine Light Shield—
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Flesh and bone turned to mud.
Smashed into black pancakes!
In the center of each black pancake, there is a scarlet dot. Like an eye, coldly watching everyone.
The Red-Eyed Crows emerging from the belly of Chaos are also in a frenzy.
As if exploring different ways to die.
In the blink of an eye, the top of the Divine Light Shield was plastered with thousands of black pancakes, resembling patches of dog skin. Amidst the unsightliness, there is an evil and bizarre atmosphere.
"What is this doing?" Zuo Guangshu muttered.
"Retreat to the mountain path," Wang Changji said and turned to walk up the path.
