Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: I Am a Demon Emperor in Africa

The heavy rain hit the dead trees in the African savanna, splashing turbid water, and the smell of earth mixed with the night filled the air. Lin Ye's consciousness felt like he was sinking into an ice cellar, and then he was violently pulled into the boiling soup. The violent tearing sensation made him want to scream, but he only made a hoarse "quacking" sound. Unfamiliar senses flooded into my mind crazily - the feathers covering my body were clammy and sticky, my thin wingspan was crumbling in the strong wind, my sharp beak pecked at the ground, and I could only touch the hard gravel and a few withered yellow weeds. What was even more frightening was the burning hunger that came from his abdomen, almost swallowing up his remaining consciousness. "I... Am not dead?" The remaining memory fragments were like broken glass, piercing his soul. The betrayal of business partners, the antagonism of relatives and friends, the mountain of debts, and the out-of-control truck on a rainy night - the dazzling headlights, the violent impact, and the despair before falling into darkness are all as clear as if they were just now. But now, he is clearly still "alive", in a completely unfamiliar form. Lin Ye turned his neck with difficulty, and with the occasional lightning that pierced the night sky, he saw the figure reflected in the water - a thin black crow with dull feathers. A piece of feathers on its right wing had fallen off, revealing reddish flesh. It was obviously injured.