A swarm of crows blanketed the sky, obscuring the sun.
The sky dimmed instantly.
Village Chief Li looked at the scene before him, his fingers trembling violently, as the flames wavered and were thrown at the black crows.
The smell of burning permeated his nostrils, and everything before his eyes turned pitch black.
For a moment, he thought he was back to yesterday when they were attacked by mutant locusts.
The Bai Family was much calmer.
Bai Xiqin's fingers moved slightly, and steel needles wrapped in frost danced in the air, piercing the temples of one crow after another.
Leng Yebai was surrounded by purple lightning, which surged like a purple waterfall towards the crows in front.
Wang Yiyun's fingertips overflowed with strands of purple lightning, whipping the crows in the sky like a long whip.
Bai Anhai and Bai Zhengxuan were not to be outdone, unleashing flames and lightning at the crows.
The one with the most dynamic movements was Bai Yifan.
