From Captive to Carnage [5]

Zhao Tian's breath came out ragged and a slow exhale slipped past his lips as the last remnants of the searing pain coursed through his body.

A cold gust of wind rushed past him, stirring the tattered remains of his robes as the newly-formed appendages on his back slowly unfurled.

Massive, black-black wings stretched outward.

Rhudamanth was dumbfounded to see this 'What the hell is this?'

Zhao Tian's wings twitched slightly and his fingers curled, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.

For the first time in centuries, Rhudamanth felt an unease in his chest.

His eyes narrowed and the blood surged forth, sharpening into thousands of jagged crimson spears.

They hovered in the air for a brief second, before launching toward Zhao Tian.

*swoosh*

Zhao Tian did not move and his wings twitched.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion erupted as a force tore through the battlefield.