Chen Fan had meant to stop her, but it was already too late.
After transforming, she moved with incredible speed. In just a few steps, the woman named A Ling had closed to within two meters of Hu Qi.
Her eyes now gleamed with greedy, bloodthirsty red light, and her saw-like teeth stretched almost to her ears.
Hu Qi remained calm at the sight.
He turned slightly sideways and raised his right hand.
A flash of blade light streaked through the night, accompanied by a shrill scream.
Blood sprayed out.
A Ling rapidly retreated, barely evading the blade light that came again.
One of her hands had already been severed, exposing bone and flesh in a horrifying sight beneath the night sky.
"A Ling!"
Seeing this, Chen Fan moved to rush forward.
But a figure blocked his way. It was Xie Fei.
"Your opponent is me."
He adjusted his glasses. On his hands were two dark-golden gloves that looked as though they had been woven from silk.
"Who exactly are you people? Why are you here to hurt us?"
Chen Fan panted heavily, red light flickering in his eyes as his face became somewhat ferocious.
Xie Fei paid him no attention at all.
Qi and blood surged throughout his body. He stomped hard against the ground, and propelled by the powerful recoil, appeared before the man in an instant. As he raised his hand, the muscles in his arm swelled.
His fist, carrying a fierce gust of wind, shot straight toward the man's face.
"Ah, you forced me!"
A flash of savagery crossed Chen Fan's face, as though he had sensed the threat of death.
His body rapidly expanded like an inflated balloon, transforming into a two-meter-tall monster with ghastly pale skin. An arm covered in sharp claws suddenly reached