"Brother Ye!" Zhuang Bufan suddenly shouted during their advance, "This is the last thing I can do for you. You must pay close attention!"
As he finished speaking, something suddenly appeared in Zhuang Bufan's hand.
The object looked like a sphere, the size of a baby's head, held in Zhuang Bufan's hand.
While the sphere was unremarkable at first, the next instant brought a sudden change. The sphere suddenly disintegrated into countless tiny fragments, which, as if having their own will, covered Zhuang Bufan's body.
In the crackling explosive sound, the numerous tiny fragments enveloped Zhuang Bufan, and in the blink of an eye, the physique of this not-so-tall man underwent a drastic transformation.
The spot previously occupied by Zhuang Bufan was now replaced by a crimson figure, tall and slender with fluid curves, as if crafted by a skilled artisan after years of polishing.
