He rose from the ground like a giant beast, his massive bone wings unfurling continuously from his back, obscuring the sky and moon with their vast terror.
Baili An's feet left the ground, his body pushed heavily away.
Qi Liancheng snorted coldly, raising his hands, all ten fingers as black as ink, tearing forcefully left and right at the space, ripping open a path through the void.
He intended to spread his wings, but suddenly discovered that his bone wings felt as if they were burdened by a heavy mountain, so ponderous they could no longer move.
Qi Liancheng turned back in shock, only to see the youth who seemed to be blasted away was in fact steadily attached to his bone wings like a mountain.
Though there was no foothold beneath his feet, his casually extended left hand rested as if effortlessly on his bone wings.
Under that seemingly frail, scholar-like palm, the sharp, gigantic bone spurs cracked into dust inch by inch.
