These poor creatures were only ordinary crows. At most, they had picked up a little baleful intent. In the end, they were still mundane birds, not monsters.
Their minds were pitifully weak. Against an attack like this, what did it matter if thousands or even ten thousand crows came at him? Twice that number would have made no difference.
Yet after Tang Changsheng spread the lamplight and drove the crows away, he did not relax. Instead, his expression grew even more grave.
He looked toward the City and said evenly, "What expert is hiding there, playing tricks?"
The instant the crows had startled into flight, Tang Changsheng had sensed a surge of Divine Thought. He had known at once that they had not attacked people for no reason...
He watched coldly as his voice traveled with the lamplight for four or five li, all the way into the ruined City.
A strange, affected voice came from within. "There's a road to Heaven, but you won't take it; there's no gate to hell, yet you barge right in. I didn't intend to kill you. I gave you a chance to escape, but you just had to court death. Hmph. Thought you were clever, did you? Boy, be good and die!"
As he spoke, the crows wheeling wildly across the sky seemed to be caught by invisible threads. In an instant, they turned around and fixed their eyes on Tang Changsheng once more.
Their eyes were still bloodred, but the crows had become colder and more sinister. Their stares raised goosebumps all over Tang Changsheng's body.
*This is bad. I thought some fiend was cultivating an evil art here. I never imagined he'd be this powerful—seizing control of thousands of crows in an instant with his Divine Thought... He's definitely an expert