The cold moonlight poured down, illuminating a group of trembling villagers.
They knelt around the Pseudo-God, with fire feathers embedded in the body, making the scene seem ordinary.
But... why were the legs of a few villagers trembling?
This subtle flaw stirred ripples in the heart of the Fire Crow Clan Leader.
After all, he had walked out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, quickly suspecting deception.
At that moment, the sound of wind came from above.
The Fire Crow Clan Leader abruptly raised his head, only to see a cold light suddenly appear among the dense tree shadows.
A black figure like a specter broke through the branches and leaves, with a Straight Blade bringing a fierce gust of wind, aiming directly at his throat!
"Impudent!"
The Fire Crow Clan Leader shouted furiously, crossing his claws over his heart.
But he acted with intention against unintended, ultimately a step too slow.
The blade penetrated the chest!
