"Caw caw caw~~"
The Golden Crow circled in the mining cave, using its raspy voice to call out.
However, after a long while, there was no response.
Yang Zhenshan looked at the Golden Crow in surprise—is this creature really not a raven?
Alright, it seems not, at least the Golden Feathered Fire Crows didn't understand its cawing.
Seemingly sensing the doubt in Yang Zhenshan's eyes, the Golden Crow immediately became angry, a dense flame enveloped its body.
Flames rose, the scorching heat filled the entire cave.
"Don't use True Sun Fire!"
The stingy Yang Zhenshan quickly reminded.
No choice, if this fire ignites, that would cost at least five thousand Spirit Stones.
Yang Zhenshan really can't afford it.
"Caw caw~~~"
The Golden Crow did not release True Sun Fire, it just withheld it, unleashing the power of True Fire as it pleased.
At this moment, its cry was filled with anger, echoing through the cave like the roar from a Fire God.
