The floating, congealed black mist that had long shrouded them, impossible to disperse even under a constant wind, seemed to breathe. The visible yin energy circulating through the vast space appeared to be continuously absorbed into the bodies of the sleeping Netherfeather Cold Crows.
The magnificent sight within this underground space, illuminated everywhere by firelight, left Yun Ji stunned. She seemed to understand something, her gaze seemingly counting the Netherfeather Cold Crows.
Though he had been mentally prepared, seeing such a scale with his own eyes—watching the legend he had sought become reality before him—still shook Niu Youdao. The scale was truly enormous.
For Dongguo Haoran and the others to prepare something this vast in secret without letting the slightest word leak out, one could imagine how much painstaking effort had gone into these things before them.
He could even imagine Dongguo Haoran's state of mind when all this had been arranged and he looked over this scene. Would he have felt he could die without regrets?
Yun Ji was no ignorant woman. Her lips moved, and she swallowed hard before asking in a hoarse voice, "Could these be the legendary Crow Generals?"
Niu Youdao came back to himself and nodded. "They should be." As he spoke, he turned and took a stopper from beside the stone door, plugging a hole where fire oil was flowing.
Yun Ji glanced at his actions, recalling how he had previously located the points of ignition with a single touch. She could not help asking, "You seem very familiar with this place, as though you have been here before. Yet from the way you searched earlier, it did not seem like you had."
Niu Youdao gave a wry smile. "You are overthinking it. This is my first time here. I merely have more experience