Bang!
Amon's body landed with a loud thud, his body rolling before pulling himself up and looking around him to survey the situation.
"Shit, I landed on the 18th Floor..."
With his body full of a raging black dragon and tiger, he pulled back his right arm, now covered with thick black scales and a dragon's claw.
He smashed into the reinforced windows designed to resist storms.
Not cultivators!
Smash!
The entire window exploded, shards of glass flinging everywhere, one slicing his cheek and a line of red blood dripping down his chin.
But Amon didn't even check the damage; he lept into the office. Looking around, he saw two pricks in strange outfits like those wolf people the other night rushing towards him.
'They ain't related to her, Ming clan...'
Amon's body phased forwards; his eyes focused on the two cultivators as one took out a sword with black hair, and the other, wearing spiked leather gloves with bald hair, rushed towards him.