Domain, Death Qi, Family Banquet

Treading the clouds in midair, Meng Chuan had no time to spare for anyone else's reactions.

Huo Zhan had some tricks up his sleeve.

These crows all existed in forms akin to "spiritual bodies," like Void Heavenly Demons—tangible in shape, yet without substance.

Moon Over the Bridge of Helplessness specifically countered souls, which was why Meng Chuan's Fist Blade could harm the flock, while the gale force of his Fist Momentum could not.

Countless crows let out piercing, buzzing cries, like the rapid beat of war drums, like a charge of ten thousand troops and horses!

A heart-thunder flashed abruptly, brilliant and blazing.

Meng Chuan's muscles bulged high, streaked with thunder patterns. Crimson light flared from his Fist Blade as his massive body carried the converging momentum of wind and thunder, as though he had hauled over a colossal peak and smashed it down savagely, crushing everything in a frenzy!

Boom!

"Ahhh!"

The flock of crows wailed miserably.

If one strike had not killed them all, then he would strike again and kill again!

Every punch carried heaven-propping, surging force as it madly shredded them apart. Each time his fist fell, rings of shockwaves exploded outward for hundreds of meters, while the dark crimson afterglow carved by his Fist Blade lingered long in the air.

The dense fog could not be dispersed as the roar of raging waves rose within it, yet in the next instant, heaven and earth fell utterly silent.

Within that silence...

Hiss—

A colossal shadow descended from the heavens, clutching a pillar of lightning as it smashed into the crow flock. Layers of clouds churned, and airwaves surged into the sky!

Boom—!

The giant swept a hand, scattering the mist.

Charred black covered the floating earth. There was no longer any sign of the black crows,