Nezha wasn't afraid of the crows, since they were just birds.
But there were so many crows, they blocked his view. Even Nezha couldn't convince himself that a spear wouldn't suddenly strike out from this flock of crows.
Sure enough, a cold glint stabbed out from the moving black wall in front of him, a spear thrust towards his face.
Nezha was prepared and didn't panic. He pointed at the tip of the spear and shouted, "If it doesn't fall now, then when?"
As soon as he spoke, Feng Xiaonian's iron spear fell to the ground with a clang.
Who could have anticipated such a turn of events? Feng Xiaonian quickly retreated in shock, but it was easy for the warhorse to charge, hard to turn back. He couldn't dodge and was hit by the Qiankun Ring that suddenly flew from the crows, shattering his shoulder armor, breaking bones and tendons, and he toppled off his horse.
