Wings

Under the astonished gazes of those half-human, half-fish-frog monsters, Zhang Heng's body rose into the air. Enormous black wings unfurled behind him, while feather-like wisps of shadow drifted down from above.

This was also Zhang Heng's first time experiencing the sensation of flying through the air.

Of course, flying on a plane did not count. This time, he had taken to the air on his own without relying on anything external. Yet his situation differed from that of a bird. In his mind, he could sense the existence of his wings, but he could not actually control them with muscles. Zhang Heng was still figuring out how to flap them.

That made him look somewhat unsteady. Zhang Heng did not dare fly too high, only rising beyond the height those monsters could reach when they jumped before flying toward the outside of the encirclement.

Under the moonlight, a black shadow swept across the wasteland.

In contrast, the monster horde all stood with their heads raised.

They had clearly prepared everything tonight long ago, like a carefully rehearsed stage play. Yet the change before them had indeed exceeded their plans. No one had expected Zhang Heng to be able to fly outright.

Twelve seconds was a very short time.

Zhang Heng silently counted the time. In the second before it ran out, he tried to lower his altitude and land again. However, he failed to control his landing speed and force. One arm hit the ground first, and then his entire body was flung forward, rolling several times across the ground.

Zhang Heng did not even have time to check his injuries. He scrambled to his feet and kept running forward.

Although he had flown over the majority of his enemies, quite a few scattered monsters remained nearby.

And he could