In the valley, the sounds of battle were continuous.
Outside the valley, it was silent.
Zhou Leng took one healing potion after another, drank the tiger-striped bamboo water, glanced at the direction of the valley, then looked towards where the demonic screams were coming from, and made a swift escape.
Soon, a humanoid demon with a crow's head and a two-foot-long white beak appeared, walking to the remains of Tian Wenhua.
It was a full three meters tall, carrying twelve bone spears on its back, each one covered with black feathers like its body.
The Crowman Envoy, an Innate Demon.
The Crowman Envoy looked in Zhou Leng's direction, about to give chase, but suddenly sensed something unusual and stopped, searching carefully.
After a long while, it furrowed its brows and gave up the chase.
"Mrs. Xiyang's aura... hmm?"
It suddenly turned, looking behind.
Two Innate Martial Artists were striding towards it.
"Where is Zhou Leng?"
