The smoke cleared, leaving the black storm that just roared completely gone without a trace.
The Cold Crow King still flapped its wings, but the dense flock of Cold Crows was no longer visible.
Unable to resist, it looked downwards; beneath it, the Demon Wind Valley had leveled into a plain, scattered with countless Cold Crow corpses.
In just a moment, the home it took pride in was gone, leaving only itself in the flock.
The ebony bird face of the Cold Crow King showed a human-like lingering fear and disbelief.
To be fair, Gu Hong Taoist could really understand its thoughts, and even couldn't help but curse inwardly—Is Jiushan Sect this outrageous?
To speak without exaggeration, Jiushan Sect was practically using countless flying swords to physically block the Demon Wind Valley.
Just within less than a quarter of an incense stick's time, they nearly exhausted ten thousand flying swords, turning a treacherous land into a plain.
