The strange spectacle in the sky could not possibly be concealed. Coupled with the Heavenly Martial Directorate's earlier warning, it had already led some powerful members of the Demon Race to guess that something had happened in the Green District-and that it was no small matter.
After settling the civilians somewhere safe, Wu Xuan returned to the skies above Jia 17th Street, where countless pitch-black crows formed an enormous Crow Ball.
Even the bright moonlight was absorbed by those black feathers. The surface of Jia 17th Street split open, and densely packed tendrils of flesh began wrapping around one another, intertwining...
Boom!!!!
With a tremendous crash, all of Jia 17th Street was reduced to ruins. Like an exposed heart, the ground across the entire street had become a constantly pulsing wall of flesh.
Caw! Caw! Caw!
Amid the crows' piercing cries, the Crow Ball overhead began to fall. No, that was not quite right. Rather than falling, countless crows were hurtling toward the fleshy ground below at incredible speed in a suicidal assault.
Their sharp beaks pierced the flesh covering the ground like razor-sharp knives. At the same time, the dead crows turned into scattered heaps of feathers, each feather hissing as it landed on the fleshy surface.
The seemingly resilient surface was soon left tattered and torn.
In the sky, an endless stream of crows continued gathering into the Crow Ball from afar. The rain of suicidal crows spread farther and farther, until this "rain" covered every street caught in the chaos.
As the Crow Rain intensified, the ground in the ravaged area centered on Jia 17th Street sank several meters. The once relatively smooth surface of flesh was now shredded. Somewhere no one noticed, something stirred.
A gleaming black crow slipped into the Crow Rain, shooting toward the