Feng Lishen's chest heaved, his crimson eyes darting wildly before he lunged at one of the surviving elders.
His claws pinned the man down, and without hesitation he sank his fangs into the elder's neck.
A wet crunch echoed as flesh tore. The elder's scream was cut short, drowned in the guttural sound of blood being drained.
The moment Lishen pulled back, his body pulsed with renewed vigor.
His muscles tightened, his aura swelled violently, and the bloody mist around him thickened until it resembled a writhing storm.
He turned toward Fang Yuan, lips curled in a grotesque grin, blood still dripping from his teeth.
"Hide in that turtle shell of yours while I feed and grow stronger!" he growled, voice distorted with madness.
Fang Yuan tilted his head, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
The golden glow of his armor dimmed as he dispersed it with a lazy flick of his wrist.
"I'll wait for you," he said lightly, almost as though speaking to a friend.
