"Don't worry about outside the sandbox yet!"
Fat Wizard cut off Zheng Qing's analysis, his voice suddenly tense. "Those crows aren't right! Very wrong!... They haven't lost control... They're being controlled into slaughtering each other!"
Fatty Xin did not need to say anything more. The other two young wizards in the magic formation had also noticed the abnormality around them.
Multicolored feathers drifted down from midair like snowflakes, turning into clumps of ash just before reaching the ground. Sharp, piercing shrieks tangled together, rising and falling. Even through the protective barrier, Zheng Qing still felt an intense discomfort that left him irritated and nauseous.
That was not even the worst part.
What made him vaguely uneasy was that the crows slaughtering one another seemed to be devouring each other as well. He clearly saw a slightly larger crow seize a smaller crow by the head, tear at it viciously, then throw back its head and swallow it whole. Afterward, the Big Crow flapped its wings, and its body grew slightly in an instant. When a crow was killed, the thin red thread embedded in its back would transfer to the new host's back and grow thicker.
The number of crows in the sky was dwindling madly with every passing second. They were growing larger, their colors deepening, as though the colors of the dead crows had all gathered upon the living ones.
In other words, those originally colorful corvid birds were slowly turning into real crows, one after another. They spread their broad wings and let out strange, hoarse cries. Amid chaotic, complex magical fluctuations, the shadow hanging over Stone Firmament continued to deepen.
"Good thing."
Xiao Xiao raised his head, looking at the bizarre scene with a calm tone. "You only have so many special talisman bullets. What a