But before he could even react,
a black shadow flashed past.
SQUELCH!
A spray of blood was followed by the sound of tearing flesh.
Xie Fei froze in place.
The expression on his face was a mixture of shock and utter disbelief.
He slowly looked down.
There, a long, black object had pierced straight through his chest and out the other side.
At the same time, the form of the black shadow became clear.
It was a slender tail, black and wrapped in jet-Black Scales.
It gleamed faintly under the moonlight, like a long, jet-black whip.
And the owner of this tail was none other than Chen Fan, who had been kneeling on the ground.
At this moment, black mist swirled around him, and the wounds on his body were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, Xie Fei's once-plump skin visibly shriveled, as if completely drained of moisture.
"Quick, quick… Kill him. He's… transforming…"
