After the stream of light that was Hei Yao surged into Shen Haoran's body, a scorching heat radiated from within, instantly drenching his clothes in sweat.
"Ngh…"
Shen Haoran then felt an unbearable, itching pain on his back, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at him. It felt like something was about to burst out of his body!
"THUMP…"
A moment later, with a muffled thump, a pair of enormous, fiery wings—to Elder Yan's utter shock—suddenly unfurled from Shen Haoran's back. A casual flap stirred up a powerful gale, sending the surrounding rubble flying.
"This…" Staring at the fiery wings, whose patterns were as distinct as a real bird's, Elder Yan was shocked speechless.
Beside them, Changmao stared in disbelief at the fiery wings on Shen Haoran's back. An imperceptible flicker of nostalgia crossed his eyes. He could feel a familiar aura coming from them—the bloodline of the Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Great Divine Beasts!
"HUFF… HUFF…"
