In the skies above the Old Port Battlefield, the weather changed dramatically. The already dim sky was now shrouded by heavy dark clouds, so oppressive it took one's breath away.
On the horizon, a massive warship surged through the waves.
To be precise, the warship was composed of countless crows exuding a deathly gray aura, an extremely eerie and terrifying sight.
Heshan Tao has arrived!
The feathers of these crows were inscribed with strange runes, flickering with an unusual light.
An elder in black robes stood at the bow, staring coldly at the battlefield, exuding an aura that chilled to the bone.
As the Gray Crow Warship approached.
Everyone clearly saw that the warship was packed with Taoists in black robes, each holding peculiar magic artifacts, radiating a dark aura.
"Old Ghost Tianling, remember, this time you owe me a big favor." The black-robed elder spoke coldly, his voice wafting through the battlefield like a frigid breeze in the night.
