Because, except for a few loyal ones, many soldiers in the camp had gone mad.
They weren't unafraid of Yang Yuan, but they had lost their minds and wouldn't heed their officers, madly rushing towards Mountain God Mountain.
Thus, the Funeral Crow was no longer afraid of being attacked by human artillery.
After all, this was a chance for godhood, even if it was just the Mountain God.
However, very few people were willing to give up such a chance.
Primarily, that Divine Format seemed to carry a tempting power, capable of stirring the greed in people's hearts.
Other than Exotic Beasts and Fierce Birds who either had firm wills or lacked intelligence, all other intelligent beings were affected.
"Caw caw caw caw!!!"
Having just flown over a hundred meters outside the camp, the Funeral Crow suddenly screeched and plummeted straight from the sky.
Its feathers stood on end as it jumped frantically up and down, seemingly searching for the source of its fear.
