Yu Yuanzhen, head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Huo Lang, deputy sect master of the Fire Leopard Sect, and Feng Xiaao, grand elder of the Wind Sword Sect, stared at one another in bewilderment. Their vertical pupils were full of scrutiny and wariness. They kept their distance, their entire bodies tense as they guarded against any sudden attack.
After all, when they had recovered from the excruciating headaches that had made them wish they were dead, they had discovered that their companions had actually turned into dragonmen!
Pitch-black horns twisted upward. Smooth dragon scales were coated in viscous slime. Beneath raised eye corners, vertical dragon pupils turned, gleaming coldly. Even a slight, tooth-baring smile revealed rows of inverted triangular teeth, as dense and sharp as a piranha's, flashing with pinpoints of icy light.
Their appearances had not merely undergone earth-shattering changes; even their sizes and bodies had changed irreversibly.
Yu Yuanzhen had been the tallest of the three, standing around 1.9 meters, but his body had now been forcibly stretched to a height of 2.5 meters. His head nearly touched the top of the cave entrance, forcing him to stoop and bend slightly.
Fine scales covered their skin, each the size of an adult's thumb and shimmering with a metallic sheen. That sheen was barely visible in the dim cave, but strangely, the three could see freely without any impairment, as clearly as if it were broad daylight.
Each of their fingers had three segments, with curved dragon claws extending from the fingertips. Like a mongoose's claws, they angled slightly inward at thirty degrees. A simple wave of the hand sent those cold, gleaming claws slicing through the air with a whoosh. A light touch against the rock easily scraped away a layer of stone chips, demonstrating their sharpness.