Echoing the cleaver's laughter, the ice dragon burst into a rain of glistening shards. They shattered against the ground with crisp noises, melting in a veil of vapor before the thick miasma colored it an unholy green.
But the noises didn't reach Adam. Instead, he clutched his head, his fingers digging into his tingling scalp as his breath caught in his throat and his heart almost exploded.
Why him?! The cleaver alone could sunder worlds, yet he had to stumble on another demonic artifact. Wait! So it wasn't the tier nine demon himself? A symbiotic puppet? Was it a kind of boosting equipment?
As confusion melded with despair, two ashen arms ending in clawed hands pierced through the swirling cocoon. Crisscrossing veins pulsed under the skin as they gripped the flames and tore them open, sending the green vapor crashing against the walls like a tide.
Adam and Xian Yunxu snapped their faces toward the commotion, palling as a distorted image of what was once Ye Feng emerged.
