A celestial form of a black crow that blotted out the sky quietly appeared behind Di Qing, and its four eyes that were like the sun cast down black flames.
At that moment, even the swordsmen who were holding Jian Wushuang and the others hostage retreated.
"Enjoy it, everyone. You'll soon feel the wrath of my arrival."
Di Qing slowly opened his arms, and beautiful feathers began to hang down from his arms.
The two were obviously Grand Yan Immortals who had transformed their faces. They still had no expression on their faces, but from their solemn eyes, Di Qing's words were true.
The celestial form of the black Crow roared toward the sky. All of the Yan power in the entire Celestial Prefecture gathered toward him, and with an unimaginable force, it pressed down.
Wisps of black flames appeared on the black crow celestial form. It suddenly opened its mouth and let out a cry, releasing an infinite amount of black flames.
