The moment Ding Xuan finished speaking, Su Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a wary glint rose in the depths of his eyes.
Of course he had heard of the ancient demonic beast known as the Ink Feather Corpse Vulture, which had long since gone extinct. According to legend, this terrifying demonic beast, supposedly extinct since the ancient era, had always been associated with death and destruction in the ancient texts.
Although the individual combat power of the Ink Feather Corpse Vulture was not considered top-tier, it was a demonic beast that moved in swarms. Their numbers easily reached tens or even hundreds of thousands. Wherever they passed, it was like a natural disaster sweeping through; even towering cities could be reduced to wastelands of white bones.
Even high-level cultivators would avoid the sharp edge of such a terrifying Beast Tide, not daring to confront it head-on without good reason.
"Raspy hiss... raspy hiss..."
Shrill cries suddenly rang out in the distance, tearing through the air like the horn of the God of Death. Their bone-chilling cold drilled into everyone's ears.
Su Fan raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see countless black specks surging at the edge of the horizon like a vast mass of roiling dark clouds, sweeping toward them at astonishing speed.
In an instant, countless black specks appeared in the distant sky. A sea of black birds came rushing over, blotting out the heavens and earth.
Those terrifying Demonic Birds were pitch-black from head to toe, with lava-red patterns flowing between their wings. Every flap seemed to tear open cracks in space.
As they circled, they cast twisted shadows across the ground, as though the rifts of hell were slowly opening to devour the earth. An oppressive force that made it hard to breathe