Chapter 327: Netherworld Crow

This was a palm-sized black bird, its feathers as dark as ink, its talons like iron hooks gleaming coldly, and its small eyes carried the dark aura of hell.

"To think it's a stinking crow!" Ye Wudao was stunned.

He knew his family's ancestors were not human, but he had never expected them to be disguised as a crow!

"Quack, how dare you, stinky boy, you ruined the body that Crow Grandpa had finally transformed into! I'm going to kill you and take over your young and strong body!" the crow said angrily.

"A joke, just with you?" Ye Wudao pointed his Beiwang Blade directly at the crow.

"Let you see the prowess of Crow Grandpa!"

The crow's tiny eyes suddenly turned a blood red, emitting a mysterious power!

Ye Wudao's pupils wavered, and he felt dizzy and nauseous!

"What's happening, my head hurts..." Ye Wudao said, touching his head, and when he focused again, he saw that the number of crows had multiplied into the thousands, swarming towards him!

Not good!