In an underground space beneath a hillside far outside the town, Shang Chaozong and Meng Shanming both stared at Lü Wushuang, having felt the tremendous commotion of the battle.
Above the town, the black mist abruptly contracted in midair and was drawn into a person's body. Wu Chang appeared, hovering in the air. Discovering that night had fallen, his cold eyes flickered as he swiftly surveyed his surroundings.
The Crow General leader was the first to appear, drawing his sword and pointing it at Wu Chang, a buzzing sound issuing from his mouth.
Countless Crow Generals burst into mist, transforming into figures like celestial soldiers and generals standing atop dark clouds. They blanketed the sky above the town, plunging the heavens into gloom.
Within that darkness, amid the drifting yin aura gathered by the Crow General horde, countless pairs of eyes gleamed with eerie red light as they stared over, sending chills down one's spine.
The Crow Generals had finally appeared, and Gong Lince and the others, who were clearly somewhat fearful, finally found a measure of comfort.
They had all just witnessed four people being injured in the blink of an eye. That had only been possible because they had attacked together and coordinated with one another, avoiding a solid blow from Wu Chang himself. Otherwise, once struck, they likely would have found it difficult to get back up.
Wu Chang had refined Crow Generals before, so he could tell their strength at a glance. From the uncanny red glow in their eyes, he could see that these Crow Generals were far beyond any he had refined. They had existed for many years.
Clues could also be seen from the armor worn by some Crow Generals. It had clearly been steeped in yin aura for many years; even its