"Roar!"
After tearing apart two Golden Crows in a row, the Flying Sword "Silver Dragon" grew even more murderous.
Outside the dream, Silver Horn merely turned his gourd slightly, and the "Silver Dragon" instantly changed direction and pounced toward the third Golden Crow.
With the lesson of the first two Golden Crows, this next Golden Crow no longer dared to be careless.
Before those tens of thousands of Flying Swords even shot toward him, the Golden Crow had already spread his wings and soared, trying to pull away from them.
Yet just as the Golden Crow turned around, a chill rose in his heart.
By the time the Golden Crow realized something was wrong, a two-head-tall doll suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stepped on his neck.
"Hee-hee…"
The doll was only as thick as a forearm, and its face was very childlike.
There was even a pair of delicate little wings on its back, making it look very cute.
