In the grey, silent sky, tens of thousands of crows stealthily appeared.
Billowing Death Qi surged from between Lu Yuan's fingers.
The Death Qi coalesced into mist, the mist condensed into smoke, and the smoke gathered into a cloud.
The dense, black cloud of Death Qi merged with the vast flock of crows.
Infused with Death Qi, the flock of crows became energized as if on stimulants; each bird's body swelled significantly, and their temperaments turned exceptionally aggressive and brutal.
They swooped towards the human figure below, vying to peck and feast, as if engaged in a frenzied carnival, a long-awaited and lavish, bloody banquet.
The human figure was instantly engulfed by the dense flock of crows.
But not long after, beams of deep blue energy burst forth from within.
Large swathes of crows were torn to shreds by the beams. In just a short while, the once massive flock had become sparse.
