'If I don't use my full strength, I won't be able to fulfill my promise to Yang An.'
Fu Ming had just walked ten meters from the bonfire when the howling gales brought with them countless rotting birds. In an instant, the sky filled with their shadows and a putrid stench.
A massive flock of these birds charged over, descending like a violent storm. They rushed Fu Ming, but also aimed for Yang An's location.
Immediately, a mass of tentacles erupted from Fu Ming's body, forming a thick wall in front of Yang An.
The Array had been destroyed by Huai Du earlier, so he couldn't use it to block them anymore.
The birds fearlessly slammed into the tentacles, shattering on impact. Blood and viscera splattered everywhere.
However, the blood clung to the tentacles and began to rapidly corrode them.
At the same time, Fu Ming faced his own assault from the birds. Flames erupted from his body, incinerating any that came near.
