"Caw - Caw!"
Above, the caw of a crow sounded again, however, the silhouette of the crow was nowhere to be seen.
A kind of restlessness began to grow in many people's hearts, spreading persistently and growing like water grass tightly choking their throats, like a giant hand gripping their emotions of joy and anger.
Suddenly, everything shattered and crumbled. Their vision was filled with a gray haze as if everything had lost its meaning, leaving behind only a profound loathing.
They despised the world, they despised everyone, including themselves!
Only wanton slaughter, only infernal wrath could purify it all.
"Hehe!"
Many people made strange sounds from their throats as if on the verge of a savage bloodbath against each other.
At the critical moment, dense clusters of Qingmu Long Needles flew past, scattering the fog like a tempestuous gale, melting snow like a warm sun. Within an instant, everything returned to normal.
