"This is bad! Run!"
Seeing Kuafu's resolute killing intent, the eldest Golden Crow prince immediately shouted and fled with his brothers.
Kuafu's cultivation was at the Great Encompassing Golden Immortal level, making him considerably stronger than these Golden Crows.
But the Witch Clan did not cultivate their Primordial Spirits and thus possessed no secret arts. The Golden Crows were different: their flying speed ranked among the very best in the entire Primordial World.
Aside from Kunpeng.
There truly were few who could overwhelmingly surpass the Golden Crows in speed.
Thus, the chase became a drawn-out struggle between the two sides.
Kuafu raced after them, pursuing them over an untold distance until exhaustion left his mouth parched and his tongue dry.
Seeing a great river on the ground, he bent his ten-thousand-zhang body down and drank it dry.
Busy pursuing the Golden Crows, Kuafu failed to notice something: beneath the scorching flames of the Golden Crows, how could a great river possibly have appeared here?
Sure enough, Kuafu had barely taken a few steps before agonizing cramps seized his belly.
When the Golden Crow Crown Princes noticed his condition, they were instantly overjoyed.
"Brothers, he's finished! Turn back and kill him!"
Having been chased all this way, the Golden Crow Crown Princes were already burning with fury. Now that they turned back, their attacks were utterly vicious and merciless.
Kuafu's indestructible body endured a furious bombardment and was soon torn apart completely.
A true spirit escaped from his flesh and fled toward the Witch Clan.
"Don't let his true spirit escape!" the Golden Crow Crown Princes howled.
The most important thing when killing a member of the Witch Clan was to erase his true spirit.
The Golden Crow Crown Princes naturally understood this.
But just as they were about to destroy