Caw!
The crows circling in the sky let out a mournful cry, almost simultaneously stopping, and then, like raindrops, they fell to the ground. For a moment, both heaven and earth were covered by the crows' feathers, and nothing could be seen clearly. However, protected by the substantial darkness, the two of them, Qian Cangyi and Little Drilling Wind, had no crows falling on their heads, as if the crows were standing on their side.
The pile of corpses grew higher and higher, gradually forming a ring centered around the house, with a radius of about 50 meters. Beyond 50 meters, there were no crow corpses. This was different from the surroundings of the two. Although the crows avoided their area during the fall, as the corpses piled up, crows' corpses gradually slid near their bodies, while beyond 50 meters, there were no crow corpses.
Qian Cangyi noticed this, but his heart was not relieved as it was too late to make any realization.
