That thing was soon to move far away, but the submarine had been wrecked, and they had no way to track it.
Wei Tianyang felt an agitation within, he wanted that horse... he couldn't clearly define this agitation... if he had to compare it to something, it would probably be hunger? Or perhaps... the urge to mate?
He bulged his eyes, turned around awkwardly, feeling his entire body tremble, and then, he actually took steps out of the bridge and made his way to the side of the ship.
"Wei?" Spencer exclaimed in surprise.
Wei Tianyang didn't hear him, he only felt the horse drawing him in, he immediately escaped into objective reality, leaping from the ship without hesitation.
Suspended over 3000 meters high, and with the inky seabed below, he seemed as tiny as a grain of rice, plummeting rapidly.
It wasn't until he was about to hit the bottom that Wei Tianyang transformed into a moth, fluttered his wings a few times, and thudded onto the ground.
