Crow was like this.
The old man's previous shell must have been the same.
And Zuo Ci's Crow avatar was pitifully weak.
Ding Ling could kill it with a breath.
Even so.
Crow still understood Zuo Ci's arts and techniques, and because its soul resonated with Heavenly Might, the power of its techniques was still beyond what an ordinary Transcendent First-Class General could imagine.
Only a powerhouse of the Heavenly Human Realm could contend with and defeat it.
And the old man's avatar that Ding Ling had defeated in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms earlier.
It had taken a full nine kills to destroy.
Clearly, that avatar must have divided out far more of its "soul"!
At the very least, based on Ding Ling's perception, the "soul" of this avatar was nine times weaker in comparison.
Only the divided souls of nine Crows could compare to the divided soul of one old man.
It was clear that Zuo Ci had indeed invested a great deal of effort into that old man's avatar.
But Ding Ling had been able to kill the old man's avatar many years ago. How could this mere Crow avatar display its might before Ding Ling?
Zuo Ci perhaps understood this as well, which was why he had wanted to flee from the beginning rather than engage Ding Ling in sorcery.
Unexpectedly, Ding Ling had still seen through his ability to conceal himself in the void at a glance and then easily broken it.
"How can he be this strong?!"
"This is far too terrifying!"
The Crow transformed from Zuo Ci tried to flap its wings and take flight, only to discover that its wings had been pierced through by sword qi. A sword qi sharp to the extreme kept twisting inside the wounds, utterly impossible