Central region of the Prehistoric World.
"Big Brother, faster—faster still. I have a bad feeling about this."
His heart pounding violently, the third Golden Crow son could not help saying solemnly.
"Me too."
"Eldest Brother, I feel the same."
"So we all feel it?"
"Run!! Give it everything we have! At any cost!"
After that exchange, the ten Golden Crow sons' expressions changed drastically. Knowing that disaster was at hand, they did not hesitate to burn their very essence and blood to flee the Witch Clan's territory as swiftly as possible.
Sun True Fire streaked across the sky, burning many more Witch Clan members to death.
"Trying to run?"
Suddenly, a wild figure clad in beast hide and standing tall enough to prop up heaven and earth blocked the ten Golden Crow sons' path.
"How presumptuous! We are princes of the Demon Race!"
"Who are you, to dare block our way? Get lost, now!"
His gaze blazing like torches as he stared at Dayi, the eldest Golden Crow son shielded his nine younger brothers behind him and shouted tensely.
From Dayi, the eldest Golden Crow son sensed an aura identical to Kuafu's.
But at this moment, he knew he had to put on a brave front. The instant his spirit faltered, they would be finished.
"You feathered little beasts!"
"I will avenge Kuafu! Bring me your lives!"
Dayi shouted coldly at the ten Golden Crow sons, drawing his bow until it curved like a full moon!
Sss! Sss! Sss!
Vortices emerged between heaven and earth. Countless tiny whirlpools drew in boundless power from heaven and earth, blessing the ice arrow pinched between Dayi's fingertips.
Crash!
In an instant, a territory spanning billions upon billions of miles was frozen over. The frost was bone-chilling; even the Sun True Fire froze solid.