บท 1472: Chapter 1471 how many heroes have been buried in foreign lands

The White Crow was in a miserable state. Its body was torn apart and its white feathers were withered. It was about to be... eaten by a group of Big Black Dogs!

It was already extremely disgusted and resentful towards that black dog. Now, it was no longer a black dog. Instead, it had turned into a large group and surrounded it.

There was nothing more miserable than this. It increased its disgust and resentment by tens to hundreds of times. It surrounded you and drowned you. The white crow immediately fell into a sea of black dogs.

At this moment, it fell into purgatory. It was bitten and gnawed by the dogs. The pain was endless.

“Woof!”

“Woof!”

..

There were dog barks everywhere. There were howls everywhere. There were dog barks everywhere. The brains of the White Crow were about to be shaken out. Its ears had long been deafened.

Blood flowed out of its seven orifices. It was incomparably terrified.