In the abandoned city shrouded in darkness, Black Crow turned and walked down the tower.
His figure moved like a ghost among the dilapidated buildings, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression.
His black robe fluttered slightly in the wind, as if merging with the surrounding darkness.
Black Crow walked up to one of his subordinates and stopped in front of him.
The subordinate stood quietly, exuding an aura of chilling menace.
Black Crow fixed his gaze on him, his eyes revealing a cold decisiveness.
"Now there's a mission for you, like Grey Crow, go to Jiang Che's territory and meet death." Black Crow's voice was deep and cold, like a summons from Hell.
His words contained no emotion, only pure command.
"But before meeting death, like before, break through as much as you can, then feel the stages." Black Crow continued, a flash of calculation in his eyes.
"Once I ascend to the throne, I'll resurrect you all." His promise was like a sliver of hope in the darkness.
