"God?" Qian Cangyi was stunned.
If it's just this name, his brain would have no reason to automatically block it, unless...
At that moment, he noticed numerous threads connecting to his body. Suddenly, he couldn't control his own body. A subtle force transmitted from the threads, controlling his movement through the cemetery.
What exactly is this so-called god...
Qian Cangyi kept guessing in his heart.
In his perception, a unique and undeniable force suddenly came from the thread on his back. This force circled within his body, and then moved to a more microscopic level, all the way to the cellular level, then the genetic level.
This force was like the hand of a god, modifying Qian Cangyi's body.
Pain flared from his back as a pair of dark brown bat wings unfolded quickly, flapping continuously, dragging Qian Cangyi towards an unknown distance.
The moment Qian Cangyi took to the sky, the tombstones below collapsed like dominos, forming waves of receding gray.