"Enough! Then stop wasting time and deal with these Firebird Knights already!"
Song Jue's longsword continued to dance around the Firebird Knights on all sides as he spoke.
"Okay!"
Ding Zhong shouted.
Then Ding Zhong rapidly formed hand seals with both hands. His pupils turned pitch-black, and his originally human-looking face transformed into one with a green complexion and fangs.
"It should be like this, right? Yes, it should be..." After reciting the incantation, Ding Zhong began muttering to himself where he stood. Then he thrust both palms forward and shouted, "Cold Crow Formation!"
In an instant, black smoke billowed from his entire body. Everyone's gaze turned toward him, but it seemed that nothing else had changed.
"What's going on? Did it not work?"
Ding Zhong lowered his head and looked at his hands before speaking.
"My heavens!" Song Jue slapped his forehead. "How did you cultivate to the Quasi-Saint realm? Why are your spells always working one moment and failing the next? What time is it now? What are you doing?"
"I... I'm sorry, Song Jue."
Ding Zhong looked at Song Jue with an extremely innocent expression.
"Hahahaha!" Red Boy burst out laughing when he saw this. "You formed hand seals for half a day, and all you managed to form was a fart!"
"Caw-caw!"
At that moment, a strange cry suddenly rang out.
Then Ding Zhong's black robe began to flutter, and countless cold crows shrieked out from beneath it.
Judging by their number, there seemed to be no end to them.
The cold crows rapidly flapped their wings and rushed toward the Firebird Knights.
"What are those?"
Crimson Lotus Demoness stared at the scene in surprise.
Song Jue also laughed when he saw this and called out, "Let me show you the chill of hell!"
"Get away!