Without the giant raven's guidance, the bronze throne crashed to the ground,
but the Dark Crow Commander seemed liberated, his aura now terrifyingly frenzied.
He looked at Kalanis with madness in his voice.
"Worm, do you think you can stop me?!"
How can the tyrannical power compare to the greatness of the Master of Dark Crows?!
As his voice fell, he suddenly raised his warhammer, and the nine energy chains on his body snapped, transforming into nine beams of black light shooting skyward.
The flock of crows in the sky suddenly condensed, forming a giant raven's shadow, its wingspan over a thousand meters, with an extremely terrifying aura.
Lear's eyes narrowed.
This power is already close to a demigod's peak, clearly the Dark Crow Commander's trump card.
Seeing this, Kalanis also glanced sternly.
