Layers of thick clouds piled one upon another, pressing down from the sky. An icy, malicious wind whistled, piercing straight to the marrow.
*Poyun* had split the skull of the Lion-Tiger Beast, but the force of the blow caused the blade to wedge into the bone and snap in two. Pei Hengyu gripped the hilt, watching as greyish-white brains seeped out through the fissure. Thousands of crow-birds dove through the ink-black Malicious Qi, scrambling to peck at the brains flowing from the skull. A turbid, dark miasma poured down from the clouds, crawling slowly along the wings of the birds and onto the pale, beastly head.
Pei Hengyu stood atop the beast’s neck, the broken *Poyun* still dripping with blood. His star-like eyes grew cold with frost as he gazed at the intensifying, suffocating aura. Something was wrong. Back at the base of the Holy Maiden Mountain, when the Ba Serpent had met its thunderous end, the black mist had dissipated instantly. In Luanoshi Valley, when the Imperial Guard had finished off the assassins, those crows—burdened with Yin Sha—had immediately flown away and vanished.
Chapter 112