"This—this is the Doom Crow?!"
Tu Haojie and the others immediately felt a chill run through them, as if an Underworld God had fixed its gaze on them. At any moment, their souls could be snatched away, leaving them dead without a place to be buried.
According to legend, the Doom Crow was an incredibly powerful race even among the many demon races. They were devils from Hell, and whenever one appeared, it heralded war, death, plague, and countless other calamities. They were harbingers of mass casualties.
No one wanted to see a Doom Crow. Even many demons were extremely wary of them, regarding them as an ill omen. They were about as universally loathed as Xia Ping.
"Human."
The Doom Crow stared fixedly at Xia Ping. "I told you to stop. Why didn't you? You even dared to kill them right in front of me. You're clearly wild and unruly. You need a thorough taming."
It wasn't angry about the demons who had died. They weren't brothers of its own race, after all, and it would have struggled to shed even a single tear for them—especially since it was a cold-hearted demon by nature.
What enraged it was the insult to its dignity. It had clearly ordered the human not to attack, yet he had done so anyway, and with such brutality, killing the demons in an instant.
He had slapped it in the face in front of everyone. How could it not be furious?!
"So you're the Doom Crow? A symbol of death and war?" Xia Ping rubbed his chin. "I wonder if you'd be edible after roasting. They say the flesh and blood of demons like you are packed with energy, comparable to a thousand-year-old spirit herb. I wonder if that's true?"
He fixed his gaze on