Calophis's body, amidst the surging Death Qi that erupted instantly, was swiftly swept away like sand on the banks of the Netherworld River.
Thumb-sized crystals, resembling black diamonds, fell from Calophis's decaying, sand-like body.
Lu Yuan suddenly spotted a hint of crimson, his eyes gleaming. Without a change in expression, he quietly collected them all.
His robust body stood upright in the forest, which had been emptied by the rampant Death Qi.
An intensely fiery aura, akin to molten lava, invisibly dispersed in all directions.
Thick layers of Death Qi encircled him, morphing into shapes resembling wings or perhaps a decaying cloak.
The moment his battle with Calophis ended, the crows that had been bearing witness acted as if they had instantly found their resolve.
They prostrated themselves before him, flocking around him.
It seemed as if at this moment, Lu Yuan... had become a Monarch-like figure among the murder of crows.
