Swarms of black masses filled the sky like clouds, gathering and dispersing, then gathering again.
Finally, all the surrounding noise seemed to fall completely silent.
Only after the black swarms overhead seemed to vanish did she collapse to the ground, her face pale.
Her entire body felt as if it were caked in bloody mud, with thin lines of blood still trickling from her wounds.
She sat slumped in a pool of blood, the reek of it thick in the air.
It was impossible to tell one from the other.
Ling Yusi now ran over. She looked at the layers of mutant birds blanketing the ground around Feng Moxi.
Overcome with emotion, she knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
Sobs escaped her, a series of whimpers.
It was the first time she had shown such emotion, crying with complete abandon.
Chen Tieniu was also incredibly shocked as he stared at Feng Moxi. Her eyes were shut tight, and she looked like a person made of blood.
