Flying amidst the clouds, Meng Chuan had no time to consider the reactions of others.
Huo Zhan had something up his sleeve.
These crows were all similar to "Spiritual Body" entities, akin to the Celestial Demons in their formless yet tangible existence.
Naihe Bridge Head Moon specialized in countering souls, thus Meng Chuan's Fist Blade could harm the crows, while his Fist Stance's strong winds could not affect them.
Countless crows emitted an ear-piercing hum, like rapid drumbeats, more akin to a charging army!
A sudden flash of heart thunder, dazzling and striking.
Meng Chuan's muscles mingled with thunder patterns, fists blazing with red light, his massive figure harnessed the power of wind and thunder as if wielding a giant peak fiercely crushing down, rolling madly!
Boom!
"Aaaaah!"
The crow flock cried out in anguish.
One strike wasn't enough, then clashing and slaying again!
