Beneath the moonlight filling the sky, the pair of silver wings shone dazzlingly. As they spread across the air, a long cascade of silver light made Xing'er look like a celestial maiden descending to earth.
"The third stage is actually wings?"
Xing'er herself was somewhat surprised. She had thought it would be some new weapon. But the wondrous sensation of having silver wings left her no time to think. Instinctively, she willed the wings to give a gentle beat.
Whoosh-
A silver streak shot out like lightning, trailing a long tail of shimmering spiritual light. In an instant, she swept several hundred meters through the air, moving so fast that Yue Wen's eyes almost failed to follow.
So fast!
Another silver streak flashed past, and Xing'er was back in midair. Her eyes brimming with excitement, she simply summoned her Dharma Form and merged it into her body, instantly calling forth her silver armor.
With a rattling rush, scales covered Xing'er's entire body, bringing her into her strongest combat state.
It did not matter that she had no weapon in hand. She took out the Sword-Thunder Spike Yue Wen had given her earlier and gripped its iron chain, letting it hang upside down like an oversized meteor hammer. Xing'er was proficient in all sorts of martial arts techniques. Even with a less common weapon like this, she could wield it with such force and dazzling skill that it made onlookers' heads spin.
Now clad in flawless silver scales, she could move at the speed of a meteor with a beat of her wings, soaring into the heavens or plunging to the ground with a thought!
Boom!
The next instant, she landed heavily, her feet stamping a broad web of cracks into the ground as an icy, bloodthirsty aura blazed around her.