In the dimension where the old hen resides, those three Corpse Wax Crows remain in the darkness, unaffected in the slightest.
Zhou Qing glanced at the old hen swimming away, sighed lightly, and with a single hand gesture, the rusty, tetanus blade appeared in his hand.
"So be it. Let me see just how strong I am now!"
Before the words fell, Zhou Qing had already transformed into a streak, charging towards the crow on the left.
The Broken Sword suddenly erupted with a dazzling azure light, countless Sword Qi pouring down like a galaxy, enveloping the crow.
"Caw—"
The crow let out a piercing scream, the Corpse Wax on its wings melting into countless twisted human faces blocking in front.
Sword Qi collided with the human faces, erupting into an earth-shattering roar.
The crow on the right seized the moment, its sharp beak wrapped in a foul wind, thrusting straight at Zhou Qing's back.
