บท 204: Doomsday of black feathers, the elegy of humanity

The number of black-feathered Birdmen in the sky was getting smaller and smaller, but the corpses on the ground were getting more and more. The outcome of this battle was self-evident at this point.

The empty land in front of Blackfeather tower had completely become the eternal burial ground of the Blackfeather Birdmen. Their dead souls would be bystanders, watching Blackfeather tower, which had a history of hundreds of years, walk towards destruction.

Tang Zhen turned off the cannon and stopped his pursuit of the Blackfeather City Master. He looked at the sky in front of him silently. He looked at the battered and exhausted Blackfeather City Master as if he was looking at a stray dog.

With Tang Zhen's current level of cultivation, killing the governor of Blackfeather city was a matter of a single thought. When this boring game of chasing and killing ended, it would mean that the death of the governor of Blackfeather city had arrived.