"Ah!!"
The cries of the Crow Tribe were hoarse, rugged, and clamorous.
The Cataclysmic Crow Master, as the king of the crows, the master of disasters, could not escape this law either.
However, Ye Hanjun had no leisure to listen carefully.
The White Crow was too fast, suddenly arriving from the right end to the left bank, its sky-penetrating wings casting a shadow over the corrupted left eye, the depth of the shadow unforgettable for a lifetime.
"Eat and swallow me, recover the body of the Calamity God?"
"Hahaha, Bai E, you truly are bold!"
"To swallow other divine spirits is one thing, but to swallow me... Are you really confident you can inherit the evil origin of mine?"
Sarus, immovable, eyes as wide open as possible.
Suddenly, small black grass began to grow at the edges, fine and fragile, inconspicuous.
But in the next second, the grass infused with vigorous vitality.
The pitiable sight of it bending in the wind disappeared in a moment.
