The sky was dim, dark clouds blotting out the sun.
The clouds rolled backward, forming a massive vortex, as though invisible hands were stirring the entire sky. Black wind and clouds stretched down from the vortex like enormous tentacles hanging from the heavens, slowly probing toward the sea.
And beneath those tentacles stood Lu Mingfei.
He had caused this elemental turbulence.
The moment Erii was bitten by the Great Serpent, Chu Zihang saw pitch-black scales begin to grow across Lu Mingfei's body, one by one, breaking through his skin as if something long dormant had finally awakened. He saw huge tears rip open across Lu Mingfei's back, yet they were not wounds—a pair of membranous wings was unfurling, bones extending from his shoulder blades to support the black wing membranes.
Lu Mingfei's eyes ignited like tiny suns. Golden, scorching light poured from them, fiercer than any Golden Eyes Chu Zihang had ever seen.
Chu Zihang had seen many Golden Eyes—his own, Caesar's, those of the fallen Dead Servants. But none had been as terrifying as Lu Mingfei's eyes were at that moment.
That form was exactly like Minamoto Chisaki's.
But Minamoto Chisaki needed to inject Dragon Blood serum to transform into a human-dragon form. Lu Mingfei did not.
The feeling he gave off was also far more majestic and terrifying than the Oni evolved from Minamoto Chisaki's "Emperor." The pressure radiating from those Golden Eyes was scarcely inferior to that nine-headed Great Serpent.
He could have been an Angel, or a devil.
But he was definitely not human.
Lu Mingfei might have been some Dragon King—that was what Chu Zihang had thought at the time.
He saw Lu Mingfei beat his wings. Gale-force winds swept across the sea, raising waves several meters high. That godlike figure seemed ready to charge