I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 39 New Crisis

Above the swamp, a thick fog seemed poised to engulf everything at any moment. Within this fog, a flock of desperate crows circled in the sky, forming a massive black net that obscured Zhang Yifan's vision. The flapping of these crows' enormous wings produced low, mournful sounds, like the whispers of death.

Zhang Yifan stared at the flock of ravenous crows, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. He knew that while each ravenous crow was only a level four demonic beast and couldn't contend with him one-on-one, there were over a hundred of them before him, and their collective attack pattern was the most troublesome aspect. He had to make a quick decision now, or he would soon be surrounded by the crows.

"These guys are indeed difficult to deal with..." Zhang Yifan pondered for a moment, gritting his teeth inwardly. He knew that retreating was unrealistic at this moment; the only way was to fight.

Suddenly, a bird significantly larger than the other crows swooped down from the sky, clearly the leader of the crows. Its sharp beak gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a blade, and locked onto Zhang Yifan's head. At the same time, the other crows also began to move, their wings flapping and creating a gust of wind as their black figures pressed down on Zhang Yifan like a dark cloud.

"Just in time!" Zhang Yifan snorted coldly, flicking his longsword. Lightning instantly enveloped the blade, and his spiritual energy surged within him as he unleashed the "Thunderous Sky-Splitting Sword." His body vanished from the spot like a bolt of lightning.

"Oh!"

The swooping leader of the ravens missed its target, its massive beak slamming into the ground where Zhang Yifan had been standing, instantly creating a huge crater and scattering mud everywhere. Had this attack landed on an ordinary cultivator, they would likely have been killed instantly.

Zhang Yifan gave it no chance to react, instantly appearing in the air. His longsword flashed like a gust of wind, aimed directly at the back of the leader of the raven. Lightning accompanied by sword energy sliced ​​through the air, producing a piercing roar.

"Thunderous Sword Light!"

The longsword pierced the wing of the leader of the ravens like lightning, and a bolt of lightning pierced through its body. The leader of the ravens let out a shrill cry and flapped its huge wings, trying to forcefully shake off the power of the lightning. But Zhang Yifan's sword move was already infused with powerful spiritual energy, and the leader of the ravens' wings were instantly charred black, causing it to fall several feet.

"You think you can hurt me?" Zhang Yifan sneered, and suddenly swung his longsword, the sword light slashing towards the neck of the leader of the Desperate Ravens like a meteor.

"Crack!"

The sword flashed, blood gushing out. The leader of the raven struggled violently in mid-air, finally letting out a shrill cry before its body plummeted into the swamp, splashing up a large amount of mud and water. Zhang Yifan's longsword remained unstained by blood, his gaze coldly sweeping across the sky.

However, Zhang Yifan knew that the battle before him was far from over.

The crows in the sky were clearly enraged. The fall of their leader caused them to let out deafening screams, the sounds piercing like invisible blades stabbing into Zhang Yifan's eardrums. Hundreds upon hundreds of crows flapped their wings and cried out in unison, swarming towards Zhang Yifan like a storm. Each crow exuded a bloodthirsty aura, its eyes filled with madness and murderous intent.

"It seems I have to finish this quickly." Zhang Yifan's heart sank, knowing that if he dragged it out any longer, he would inevitably be surrounded by the flock of crows. He swiftly swung his sword, his spiritual power surging once more, combining the power of thunder with sword energy to transform into streaks of lightning-like sword light, striking directly at the swarm of desperate crows that were pouncing on him.

"Thunderous Sky-Splitting Sword, Thundercloud Flash!"

With a low shout, Zhang Yifan's sword light instantly transformed into countless bolts of lightning, striking the flock of ravenous crows in the sky like thunderclouds and lightning. The power of the lightning was incredibly swift; wherever it passed, the wings of the ravenous crows were torn apart, their bodies charred black, and they fell from the sky one after another. However, the number of ravenous crows was simply too vast; even if dozens of ravenous crows were struck by lightning, it was still not enough to stop their onslaught.

The swarm of ferocious crows swept in, overwhelming Zhang Yifan's sword light. Though sharp, it was gradually surrounded by these crows. His figure was completely engulfed by them, countless claws and beaks crisscrossing in the air, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, frantically attacking Zhang Yifan's protective aura.

"Bang! Bang!"

Zhang Yifan's protective aura was being constantly torn apart by the raven's sharp claws, and cracks began to appear. Although his movements were extremely agile, the raven's speed was not to be underestimated. Several times, Zhang Yifan narrowly escaped being scratched by them. The air was filled with the stench of the raven, as if death was gradually approaching.

"I can't delay any longer!" Zhang Yifan thought to himself. He quickly calmed his mind, formed hand seals, and rapidly circulated his spiritual energy, instantly strengthening his protective aura. At the same time, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet, unleashing the "Phantom Gale Step." His figure moved like a bolt of lightning, instantly escaping the encirclement of the raven.

"Mysterious Clarity Sword Technique, Sword Shadow Vanishes Without a Trace!"

Zhang Yifan's figure almost merged with the sword energy, the sword light flashing in the air like a phantom, seemingly transforming into countless sword shadows, crisscrossing and intersecting. Among the flock of fugitive crows, countless crows were torn apart by the sword shadows, feathers and blood flying in the air, their screams incessant.

His swordsmanship was fluid and graceful; with each strike, several ferocious crows were killed. Despite their large numbers, the crows' attacks gradually weakened in the face of Zhang Yifan's fierce swordplay.

"Pfft!"

Another raven was felled, blood splattering, but Zhang Yifan's figure still flashed like lightning. His breathing was slightly rapid, but his gaze grew even more determined. He knew that although the raven were numerous, as long as they weren't completely surrounded, there was a chance to defeat them one by one.

However, just as he was about to unleash his next sword strike, he suddenly noticed a disturbance among the flock of fugitive crows.

The frenzied flock of crows, which had been attacking relentlessly, suddenly paused for a moment, as if sensing some irresistible force. Their wings began to flap rapidly, and the madness in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by an intense fear.

Zhang Yifan keenly noticed this and his heart skipped a beat: "These guys are actually afraid?"

The raven is an extremely ferocious beast, and few natural enemies can make it show such obvious fear. However, at this moment, these raven seem to be greatly frightened. Their bodies begin to writhe restlessly, and then, without hesitation, they begin to scatter and flee.

"What's going on..." Zhang Yifan's gaze was solemn, and the scene before him made him feel strange.

The flock of fugitive crows vanished swiftly into the sky, the raging black storm abruptly dissipated, and a brief silence returned. Zhang Yifan stood on the swamp, a vague unease creeping into his heart. He knew that anything capable of causing such terror in the fugitive crows must be something far more terrifying than themselves.

The already heavy, fishy stench in the air began to grow even more eerie, as if some enormous creature was awakening. The mud in the swamp began to churn slowly, and deep, rumbling sounds came from afar, like some huge creature moving deep within the swamp.

Zhang Yifan's breathing became rapid instantly, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

The aura emanating from the depths of the swamp carried a chilling coldness and murderous intent that sent shivers down Zhang Yifan's spine. He could clearly sense that the aura was not only powerful but also filled with an indescribable sense of oppression, as if any living being that approached would be instantly devoured.

“This aura…” Zhang Yifan muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, his unease growing stronger.

He knew he had entered an extremely dangerous area. And that unknown, terrifying presence was gradually approaching. Although he had just won the battle, he dared not relax for a moment; on the contrary, he felt that the real crisis had only just begun.

Zhang Yifan didn't linger. He quickly sheathed his longsword, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, ready to deal with any sudden danger. The chill in the air grew stronger, and a suffocating sense of oppression enveloped the entire swamp.

"It seems I must leave here as soon as possible..." Zhang Yifan made up his mind and was about to use his movement technique to leave when he suddenly felt the mud under his feet churning violently, as if some enormous creature was slowly awakening underground.

At the same time, a deep hiss came from afar, long and full of killing intent, as if announcing that the overlord of the swamp was about to awaken.

Zhang Yifan's heart suddenly raced, and his breathing became rapid. He realized that a being even more terrifying than the Raven lurked deep within the swamp, and this monster had been alerted by his battle.