"Kuang Ling!"
In the private room, Liao Yuan let out an incredulous roar of anger.
He clenched his armored arms, grasping the great sword, and they suddenly swelled, a golden carapace revealing an outward crack. From within the gap, blood light flowed.
On his back, two thin wings indicating the activity of the monster cells within him burst open, their tips erect and vibrating towards the heavens. Streaks of blood trailed within the hollow tubes of the wings—blood-red wings.
"You... damn it!"
Liao Yuan's wings shuddered, and he transformed into a golden figure charging out wildly.