The howling night wind blew through the hollow framework of the top floor, creating a sound that resembled ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
The clothes on Fang Cheng's body shattered in an instant, transforming into butterflies fluttering everywhere, swept into the endless darkness by the wind.
Ghost Scythe's eyes suddenly widened, reflecting in the depths of his pupils a scene that shattered his worldview.
The once gentle and even scholarly young man before him completed a transformation into an inhuman form in an instant.
If he was a docile lamb a second ago, now he's a beast ready to devour.
Every muscle on his body was distinctly angular, as if forged by compressing with a hydraulic press to form an alloy armor.
The most critical aspect is—
Beneath that oppressive inverted triangle physique, only a taut red pair of briefs remained.
The vivid red color stood out starkly in the night, exuding a sense of primitive wildness.
