Lear heard this, his gaze fixed on the crow-headed, human-bodied Crow Commander.
Did the Tyrant Monarch appeal to the Master of Dark Crows?
Does that Evil God still harbor thoughts of killing by another's hand?
But how did this Evil God hook up with the Master of Dark Crows...
His gaze grew cold, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Master of Dark Crows? Immortal and indestructible?"
He slowly spoke, his voice calm yet filled with endless majesty, as if echoing from the depths of the heavens, resounding across the battlefield.
"A hidden Evil God, can it deserve my allegiance?"
With those words, his right hand slightly lifted, the vast Divine Power like a sea of stars surging forth.
The aura of the Swamp Divine Kingdom burst forth instantly, unable to suppress the power of the Master of Dark Crows, but the divine pressure suspended the air on the battlefield somewhat.
