Baili An frowned, raised his hand, and slashed the sword again to summon wind and thunder, causing the heavens and earth to resonate. The purple thunder lightning flashed like a Thunder Sword splitting the sky and earth, striking down directly.
Transforming into countless burning black crows, they were hit head-on by the thunderlight. Even after turning into charred remains scattered on the ground, they were still not completely dead, their wings occasionally trembling in a dying shiver.
A pair of faintly glowing eerie red eyes flickered with a sinister luster.
The thick black mist, swirling and unending, coiled around like black ash slipping across a sand table. It seemed that in no time, these exploded black crows would transform back into ghouls and rise again.
Before Baili An could deliver the final strike, ghouls from every direction already surrounded him.
