C1237 Progressive deepening

F * ck!

Why did it sound like a schadenfreude?

The Golden Crow spat out white foam and struggled out of the soil. The Fusang Tree trembled as strands of golden Divine Light descended, enveloping his entire body.

The breath of the mother sank to the mud armor.

In the next few minutes, the Golden Crow tried several methods, but none of them were able to retract its anger