"Big guy, why have you stopped chasing? Come on, keep chasing... Ha-ha..."
The ten Golden Crows had been pursued for a hundred days. They had finally grasped the measure of Kua Fu’s speed and realized he could never catch them, so their fear of him had all but evaporated. Seeing him stop, they hovered in place, mocking him incessantly.
For these hundred days, ten suns had scorched the Honghuang realm. For the weaker races, this was a devastating catastrophe. For the Human race in particular, every tribe caught in their path had been wiped from existence. Any Quasi-Saint Mighty Figure arriving at this scene would see the monstrous, roiling resentment gathered above the heads of the ten Golden Crows. They were so entangled in karmic debt that the mark of certain death had already appeared upon them. Even if Kua Fu were to turn back now, these ten would still be slain by the heavens themselves.
Chapter 470