Boundless darkness descended from the sky!
The terrifying pressure, as if the entire world had turned to darkness and was crashing down on him like a tidal wave, made Gong Xinghe's face drain of color.
The pride he felt from summoning the horde of Blood-colored Vines vanished in an instant, replaced by intense alarm and fear.
In his terror, he hastily directed the Blood-colored Vines to meet the oppressive flock of crows.
With a deafening roar, the two torrents—one black, one red—collided heavily in midair.
In an instant, countless Fog Crows were whipped to pieces by the Blood-colored Vines, shattering and dissipating into black mist.
At the same time, countless Blood-colored Vines were torn apart and shredded by sharp talons, their severed stems twitching as if electrocuted before retracting back into the ground.
The center of the collision was like a meat grinder; every second, a massive number of Fog Crows and Blood-colored Vines were either obliterated or torn asunder.
