"Indeed, that's the case," Ji Qian looked at these crows. Unlike other crows, their eyes were blood-red, which, combined with their pitch-black appearance, appeared somewhat eerie. If it wasn't for the occasional movement of their heads, Ye Shikai would have thought they were dead.
No, these crows carried an aura of death.
Ye Shikai's expression grew solemn as he put on the Netherworld King's Helmet. He could feel the aura of death from these crows; they had no signs of life, but their bodies moved due to the presence of the dead aura, which could be described as zombie-like, moving purely on instinct.
"Ya... Ya..." Suddenly, the crows above Ye Shikai cried twice, their sounds mournful and desolate, just as the ominous omens of crows would suggest. Then, another group of crows cried out as well. Soon it escalated, one call leading to ten, and ten to a hundred...
