"Pfft."
The Great Sacrificial Rite tore off her mask, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her tangled hair fell loose from her hood, her face painted with strange totems, and her dark lips curled upwards, "You forced my hand, all of you must die! You've killed so many from Barbarian Village, none of you shall live."
Immediately, she recited a certain incantation under her breath.
It was clearly the language of the Ancient Dian Kingdom, something I had heard in my childhood and still remembered vividly to this day.
"My God, the High Priest is summoning the Three-legged Golden Crow."
As soon as Bai Zanhe finished speaking, a dense flock of three-legged crows flew in, numbering at least in the hundreds.
Far more than those that had attacked us last time.
It was like the sky was covered in dark clouds, significantly dimming the daylight.
The crows, brimming with Demon Qi, swooped towards the three Taoists.
