Just as Shen Luo had begun his recovery, a piercing screech came from afar. A flock of strange black birds swooped over from a distance, numbering more than twenty.
These birds had horns on their heads and four wings on their backs. The Yin Qi they emitted was powerful, and they were all at the late Nascent Soul Stage.
The Ghost General's expression changed. Although he was at the Mahayana Middle Stage of cultivation, facing over twenty late Nascent Soul Stage Yin Beasts was still a life-and-death situation.
He glanced back at Shen Luo, then at the Bloodthirsty Flag in his hand, and still he charged forward with a roar. The ghostly energy within him poured into the Bloodthirsty Flag, and black clouds billowed out from it, engulfing all of the strange birds.
Soon, sounds of fierce collisions rang out from within the black clouds, accompanied by the birds' shrill cries and the Ghost General's sonic roars. The various noises interwove, making the nearby void tremble incessantly.
