Crows filled the sky.
Their scarlet eyes were like blood.
Some flew high into the vault of heaven, opened their beaks to catch the black snow, and swallowed it in great gulps.
Some shot forth like arrows, plunging into the Black Tide and instantly collapsing into part of it.
Still more fell in a rainlike flurry, smashing down onto the divine light barrier—
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Their flesh and bones turned to pulp.
They splattered into one black round cake after another!
At the center of every black round cake was a scarlet dot, like an eye coldly watching the crowd.
These red-eyed crows that had crawled out of Chaos's belly were crazed beyond measure as well.
As though they were testing out different ways to die.
In the blink of an eye, thousands upon thousands of black round cakes had plastered themselves across the top of the divine light barrier, like dog-skin plasters. Hideous as they were, they also carried an evil, bizarre air.
"What are they doing?" Zuo Guangshu murmured.
"Fall back onto the mountain path." Wang Changji said this, then turned and headed up the path.
"Fall back!" Jiang Wang shouted. "Everyone, fall back onto the mountain path!"
Beyond that ancient stone stele lay the winding mountain path leading upward.
The group stood before the stele, on the open ground at the foot of Central Mountain.
The main body of Central Mountain had always seemed shrouded in a layer of shadow, impossible to see clearly.
Though the vast divine light barrier covered all of Central Mountain, its height and breadth remained impossible to measure.
They could see the end of the divine light barrier, yet they could not see Central Mountain's summit.
It was as though, whenever they looked in that direction, it vanished. Yet no one