I Have a Golden Crow

When Du Yu flew out from the Jiangshan Map, he was greeted by a city shrouded in smoke and flames.

He stood high in the sky, looking at the shattered buildings scattered everywhere, unable to believe that this was the capital city of a nation.

A scene of devastation and desolation.

The Cold Beasts roared incessantly, hunting within the city, searching for delectable members of the Human Race.

At that moment, Du Yu seemingly saw Xuena City.

But Xuena City was made of dirt, with the Ashen Arrow hovering above it, and there were no civilians in the city, hardly any cries or screams could be heard.

But here...

"Woosh!" A wave of heat surged from his side.

The Mountain Fire Saber cut through the sky, leaving a fiery path in its wake.

Numerous Blade Souls shuttled back and forth, searching and luring Cold Beasts from all over the city.

"The Bottomless Pit is to the west of the city." Yang Qingqing flew past Du Yu’s side, "Keep up!"

Despite the woman’s compassion for the plight of the refugees, she knew she couldn’t conduct search and rescue within the city, so she could only assist civilians along the way.

Because everyone’s mission was to fell the Cold Tree.

This was the most important and critical mission.

As long as the Cold Tree stood and the Bottomless Gate was unsealed, the Cold Beasts would be endless!

Even if the Cyan Sect crowd were to fight for years in the city, they might not wipe them out completely.

The aircraft that carried her originally planned to fly directly over the Bottomless, but reality was harsh.

The fighter jet was intercepted by numerous Storm Arrays before entering the city, just as it approached Asa Capital City.

The desperately dodging fighter narrowly escaped, retreating far away, while Yang Qingqing’s body shattered into the wind, left hovering over Asa, and then reassembled.

Yang Qingqing didn’t speak of the peril involved, and the disciples didn’t need to know; they only needed to focus on the present.

Because the road to the Bottomless Pit was bound to be more dangerous than any she had experienced before.

"Master Qing, where is the Youhan Army?" Jiang Feng chased after Master Qing’s silhouette, both flying over a high-rise building, "Are there only Cold Beasts causing chaos in the city?"

Cold Beasts, after all, were just ferocious beasts.

Only with the Cold Race troops nearby could the Cold Beasts form a disciplined and terrifying corps.

Yang Qingqing: "A small part of the Cold Race troops is guarding near the Bottomless, while the majority has run outside the city; they did not remain within."

Jiang Feng was taken aback: "What?"

Running outside the city?

Doesn’t the Cold Race plan to trample this city, feast on human flesh, and drink human blood?

Could it be that the Cold Race intends to establish a base on this continent?

Or perhaps first conceal and flee, then disguise and infiltrate human society over time?

No matter what the Cold Race’s plan was, their act of abandoning the feast before them and running outside the city was unacceptable to the humans!

"Help! Demon Tamer! You are Great Xia People, right? Save me! Save us!" The family of four running up to the rooftop shouted from the top floor of the skyscraper ahead.

Having been in hiding, they had pinned all their hopes on this suddenly appearing Human Race squad.

There were many Human Race Corps resisting Cold Beasts and rescuing civilians in the city, but few rescue teams dared to fly above the city.

For this family, perhaps this was indeed their last hope.

It was true; the moment the family of four exposed themselves and ran up to the rooftop, there was no turning back.

Not only would their cries attract Cold Beasts, but the arrival of the Cyan Sect members also drew in a large number of Cold Beasts!

Yang Qingqing called out: "Mengnan."

"Yes!" Li Mengnan, having rejoined the team, swiftly descended, summoning the Seven Treasures Alms Staff in her hand.

In the eyes of the family of four, the girl in the white robe was so divine, descending from the sky like a deity...

"Too many, can’t save them all." Lin Shiwei muttered with a complex expression.

For the ordinary people living on this continent, fate was unfair.

In the face of Cold Beasts, ordinary lives were like grass, subject to destruction without a chance to resist.

"Zzz~Zzz!"

The sudden sound of electrical currents startled everyone.

"Where are you going?"

"Junior brother, don’t leave the team!"

Du Yu raised his hand high, and a dense Demon Breath surged forth, as a giant creature ascended into the clouds step by step.

"Mooo~~~"

The violent bellow of the ox echoed across the sky, covering the fragmented cityscape.

In an instant, Yang Qingqing felt her blood surge, her fighting spirit soaring as she suddenly raised her eyes to the sky-high beast.

The remaining rationality in her mind warned her not to contend with Supreme Kui Chou.

Moreover, Kui Chou was her own disciple’s Demon Beast, proving to be a loyal and reliable ally.

Yet the fury in Yang Qingqing’s heart surged, her temples throbbing, longing to wield her blade and charge into the sky.

Clear Moonlight· Bull Demon’s Roar!

With current surging through Kui Chou’s form, it reappeared, now a thousand meters in the air.

Though the Asa Capital City was enveloped in smoke, the sky above remained a bright blue dotted with white clouds.

As Kui Chou arrived, layers of dark clouds rapidly manifested, covering the city below.

"Mooo~~~"

Come! You little brats!

Another soul-shaking Demon Skill· Ox Demon’s Roar, mocking to the extreme.

"Mooo~~~"

Grandpa Kui Chou is here! Come! Fight!!!

Above the entire Asa Capital City, only the voice of Supreme Kui Chou remained.

Even in the chaotic Asa City, there was a moment of stagnation, countless Cold Beasts staring with blood-red eyes, looking up at the sky.

"Senior Sister."

Jiang Feng suppressed the battle intent in his heart, needing no reminder, he had already activated the Demon Skill·Nightingale’s Song: "Calm!"

The team immediately felt clear-headed, the inexplicable battle fire in their hearts gradually dissipating.

Du Yu communicated with the Supreme in his mind: "Kui Chou, lower the volume a bit more, so the impact on the Human Race is minimized.

The Cold Beasts are irrational, easily ignited."

"Boom!"

In the sky, dark clouds gathered, black clouds pressing down on the city.

In the city that had plunged into darkness, countless Cold Beasts flew upwards, while those that couldn’t fly could only jump anxiously in place!

Even though they couldn’t join the battle, they were still entranced by Kui Chou, completely forgetting the prey around them.

"Haha! Hahahaha!"

A series of rampant, overbearing laughter poured into Du Yu’s mind.

To the ears of the world, however, such laughter sounded like continuous bovine cries: "Moo~~~"

"Crack!"

Dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.

Thousands of thunders surged down, shattering the endless Cold Beasts.

Meanwhile, in the far west of the city, on the top floor of a building at the edge of the Bottomless Pit.

A tall woman with long brown wavy hair looked up at the dark clouds through the window: "A remarkable Demon Beast has arrived!"

Though the long-haired woman had a human shape, she spoke in the language of the Cold Race.

"Is it that Du... Du Yu’s Demon Beast?" A male voice came from not far away.

Unlike the woman in human shape, this Cold Race male seemed yet to choose a shell, remaining in his gray-skinned, gray-haired form.

Particularly those eyes shrouded in gray mist, they looked especially intimidating.

In front of the Cold Race male were several brutally murdered Human Race corpses, and a curly-haired youth sobbing and pleading.

The curly-haired youth kept shaking his head, sobbing uncontrollably: "No, don’t, don’t! No..."

The Cold Race woman responded respectfully: "Replying to the Three Holy Ministers of Han, it doesn’t seem like it. The Youhan Tree once said that Du Yu’s Demon Pet is a combination of dragon and turtle.

This is a black ox with a Thunder Attribute."

"Hmm." The Cold Race male called "Three Holy Ministers of Han" wore a sinister smile, looking at the shivering Human Race youth at his feet.

The terror, helplessness, and despair in the Human Race’s eyes served as spiritual nourishment to the Three Holy Ministers of Han, bringing him immense satisfaction.

Gradually, the towering figure of Han Three began to transform.

Under the short curly golden-brown hair was a rather handsome face, brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and his thin lips curled into an amused smile.

A white shirt, black trousers, and even a pair of black leather shoes appeared on his body.

In mere seconds, the male Saint Minister transformed into the Human Race youth before him.

His imitation ability was so strong, it even captured the curls at the tips of the hair.

The only thing he couldn’t change was the excessively tall body of the Three Holy Ministers of Han, which was the sole shortcoming in the Cold Race’s infiltration of the human world.

The youth who had been crying and pleading suddenly fell silent.

He stupidly looked up, gazing at the other version of himself, momentarily unsure of how to react.

The Three Holy Ministers of Han reached down, lifted his prey by the neck, and walked toward the window.

The prey in his hand struggled and kicked incessantly, but it had no effect on the male Saint Minister at all.

Han Three did not use the Youhan Technique to control the prey, nor did he directly snap the prey’s neck.

He allowed the prey in his hand to struggle, then, like a vampire feeding, placed the Human Race youth’s neck to his mouth and bit down.

"Gulp, gulp..."

As Han Three sucked the Human Race’s blood, he lifted his head, gazing through the window at the sky shrouded in dark clouds.

High in the sky, the fierce wind raged, thousands of thunders struck down.

The endless Cold Beasts perished, while that faint ox’s bellow continuously sparked the battle intent in his heart.

The eyes of the Three Holy Ministers of Han grew ever more fervent, the blood flowing down his throat tasting ever more delectable.

What a fierce black ox!

What a world-destroying Demon Saint!

No... it seems even stronger than a Demon Saint, is it the Supreme?!

"Hiss..." Han Three tore off a piece of meat, but the prey in his hand had long fallen into unconsciousness due to excessive blood loss, without a single cry of agony.

"It’s mine now." Han Three savored the blood and flesh of the Human Race, his eyes fixed on the vaguely visible black ox amidst the dark clouds.

The Cold Race woman hesitated for a moment, speaking softly: "Replying to the Three Holy Ministers of Han, this Demon Beast’s power is immense, probably beyond the Saint Level.

You already have a powerful..."

With a crisp "Crack", the Cold Race woman’s eyes snapped wide open, her voice abruptly halted.

She stupidly lowered her head, only to see one of Han Three’s hands tearing through her Demon Breath Battle Robe, plunging straight into her chest.

The Cold Race woman could even feel her own beating heart gently held by a large hand.

Han Three looked into the woman’s eyes, a slight smile on his face: "I said, it’s mine now."

"Gulp."

The Cold Race woman swallowed, nodding repeatedly, her face full of pleading: "It’s yours, yours, it is! It is!"

The next moment, blood splattered everywhere.

The Cold Race woman stared blankly, watching the heart, still beating, in Han Three’s hand as he withdrew it.

second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds...

The Cold Race woman’s vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Hehehe, hehehe~" Han Three licked his lips, his smile somewhat manic.

Casually playing with the heart of his companion, he once again looked up at the sky shrouded in dark clouds.