Because, except for a few loyal ones, many soldiers in the camp had gone mad.
They weren’t unafraid of Yang Yuan, but they had lost their minds and wouldn’t heed their officers, madly rushing towards Mountain God Mountain.
Thus, the Funeral Crow was no longer afraid of being attacked by human artillery.
After all, this was a chance for godhood, even if it was just the Mountain God.
However, very few people were willing to give up such a chance.
Primarily, that Divine Format seemed to carry a tempting power, capable of stirring the greed in people’s hearts.
Other than Exotic Beasts and Fierce Birds who either had firm wills or lacked intelligence, all other intelligent beings were affected.
"Caw caw caw caw!!!"
Having just flown over a hundred meters outside the camp, the Funeral Crow suddenly screeched and plummeted straight from the sky.
Its feathers stood on end as it jumped frantically up and down, seemingly searching for the source of its fear.
This was panic-stricken and dizzying.
"..."
Yang Yuan was so angry that dark lines appeared on his forehead: "This dead bird is absolutely useless."
It was Zhao Jiayan who advised, "After all, that’s the Mountain God’s intimidation, more terrifying than ordinary Earth Level creatures. Even if we plan to replace the pet, we should find a better one first."
Yang Yuan thought it made sense, so he decided to endure and wait.
Anyway, even if they rushed towards the mountain now, they couldn’t outrun the Funeral Crow’s flying speed.
He quickly approached the Funeral Crow with Zhao Jiayan and Jiang Yiyi, glanced at the bird’s experience, and with a thought, directly upgraded it.
After all, as his strength was increasing, he didn’t need to worry about the dead bird losing control anymore.
The next moment, the Funeral Crow, frantically jumping and turning in fear, suddenly calmed down.
Because it felt itself growing stronger again.
An invisible power wiped away its fear, making it feel capable once more.
In the eyes of Zhao Jiayan, Jiang Yiyi, and those in the camp who hadn’t yet rushed to Mountain God Mountain, its already large body expanded again.
Originally, the wingspan of the Funeral Crow was already thirty-two meters wide.
This time, Yang Yuan directly upgraded it to the top.
So its originally huge body swelled like a balloon at this moment, with its pure height rapidly increasing to over fifty meters.
"Holy sh*t holy sh*t holy sh*t!!!"
"Oh my God!!"
"Monster..."
"Don’t just say monster, didn’t you see Lord Yang Yuan casting spells there? It’s definitely Lord Yang Yuan’s doing!"
"I’d heard before that the big crow is Lord Yang Yuan’s pet, but I didn’t expect the big crow to grow even larger..."
"Lord Yang Yuan indeed deserves praise!"
Everyone seeing this was once again dumbfounded.
But upon seeing Yang Yuan beneath the huge crow, they suddenly felt it was natural.
Actually, Yang Yuan’s feat of taking down the Mountain God with three arrows before had already elevated his stature in their hearts to the extreme.
So now, even if Yang Yuan performed something unbelievable at other times, they still found it perfectly reasonable.
[Marvel·Omen Crow lv.21: 0/9 (Where there is death, there it will be. This crow can preemptively foresee the death of creatures within a radius of three hundred miles, up to an hour in advance; non-upgradable)]
The Funeral Crow, now reaching level twenty-one, had extended its death premonition distance by another two hundred miles, but otherwise hadn’t changed.
Of course, this was what the simple information showed.
Yang Yuan was used to this brief information because the Funeral Crow’s physical transformation was massive, likely making its strength and speed much greater.
"Let’s go up."
Yang Yuan held Jiang Yiyi and leaped up, landing on the Funeral Crow’s back.
Zhao Jiayan hurriedly followed with a tap of her foot, landing on the wide back of the Funeral Crow alongside Yang Yuan.
The crow’s now even larger body had a wider back, but it was also slipperier.
Its feathers, so black they lacked any sheen, were as slick as steel.
Yang Yuan directly bent three feathers into reins, each grabbing hold tightly.
Then he took out a bird training whip and struck it down.
"Caw——"
The Funeral Crow instantly gained clarity, urgently flapping its wings and ascending rapidly, soaring into the clouds.
Its terrifying size and cloud-like wings created a level eighteen gale, sending many people just rushing out of camp flying beyond a hundred meters away.
"Holy sh*t..."
Many people, daring not to waste time nor expressing anger, quickly got up and rushed towards Mountain God Mountain.
Even if there’s no chance, they still want to witness it.
After all, that’s the Divine Format.
Of course, many people were also interested in the so-called Mountain God Temple.
In this world, the Mountain God Temple isn’t just a display like on Earth.
"Ariel, hurry up, otherwise we’ll fall behind!"
Lango was anxious, rushing through the crowd with his brother and wife.
Ariel couldn’t help but say, "Even if we don’t fall behind, we have no chance to obtain the Divine Format, right? Is it necessary to run so fast?"
"You don’t know anything, that Mountain God’s Divine Format might not go to anyone, maybe it’s about luck, or inheritance, or whether your attributes align, or even if you look pleasing to the eye."
Lango blurted out a bunch of excuses trying to convince himself: "In short, if we can reach the top of Mountain God Mountain swiftly, there may be a chance. If we don’t try, then there’s absolutely no opportunity."
However, Ariel still maintained her opinion: "As you said, if everyone has a chance, there’s bound to be fighting. Our prowess isn’t the best, going up there is looking for death, and I think it’s probably Lord Yang Yuan’s spoils of victory, we shouldn’t compete."