The night grew deeper; the moon in the sky quietly hid itself behind the clouds.
The wasteland was deathly silent; even the roars of wild beasts had quieted down. Yet in the not-too-large stretch of forest, the atmosphere was tyrannical and tense to the extreme.
Within a radius of several hundred meters, everything was filled with the traces of Blood Crows condensed from True Yuan—densely packed, blotting out the sky, like a storm of blood, bombarding Luo Feng and Jiang Fengfeng madly and indiscriminately, forcing the two to scramble to cope. The ground was blasted open with terrifying cracks, and the entire forest was left unrecognizable.
"Moving Clouds Inconstant!"
