"I... fuck!!"
Shao Zifeng, lying on Qiuqiu's back, clutched his forehead, struggling against the demonic whispers in his mind, his facial expression exceptionally fierce.
On the back of his right hand, several lightning-like scars appeared, forming an eye amidst the chaotic purple-black etchings.
Fortunately, after devouring those things from Shangguan Long, Shao Zifeng could barely control a part of his power, which was why he hadn't lost control at the sound of the whistle.
But as the power in his body kept surging, illusory black and purple dragon scales appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his complexion became even paler.
One eye slowly stained with a purple-red color.
"Roar—"
At the same time, Qiuqiu, entangled by ghostly tendrils, underwent a transformation.
