"Caw! Caw! Caw—"
The sky-filling black crows were summoned forth once more, blotting out the sun. At the same time, as the staff struck the ground heavily, a clay giant rose from the earth, while savage Wolf Spirits condensed within the shadows.
Before long, driven by it, these monsters roared and pounced toward Zheng Ce, Luo Jing, Liang Si, and the others.
—Though the Deer-Headed Monster had no reason, it still possessed instinct. It knew who was harder to deal with and who was easier prey.
What was even more deadly was that when Jiang Xuan had forged the Sword of Sorrow earlier, he had indeed encountered some trouble and even suffered quite a scare. Yet during that forging, he had also touched upon sorrow's source and fused that power into his own Nether Shadow.
Now, as Jiang Xuan released that power, he, Winter Ghost Shadow, Xia He, Zhen Youqing, and the others all became tainted with a trace of the weeping female ghost's aura.
That power had originally belonged to this world and possessed some subtle connection with the Deer-Headed Monster.
Precisely because of this, the Deer-Headed Monster barely regarded Jiang Xuan's group as its own "kind."
Since they were its kind, it naturally had no intention of attacking them.
Jiang Xuan's side was protected by an Eerie aura, but the others were not. Thus, they were in for a disaster.
Liang Si, Luo Jing, and the others, who had originally planned to fold their arms and watch the show, suddenly found themselves becoming the primary targets of attack.
"Caw caw—"
"Roar!"
Cursed crows swept over them like a tidal wave, the clay giant was unstoppable, and countless Ghostwood trees were reanimated by the Deer-Headed Monster. Their branches twisted as they charged from all directions at Luo Jing, Liang