Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

"My life force contribution...could this actually be a vampiric aura?"


Considering Ah Wei's straightforward display earlier, Fu Qian thought it was unlikely that he was bluffing at this moment.


Indeed, as he made his solemn proclamation, Fu Qian could feel, quite distinctly, the double transformation from appearance to essence.


But in the blink of an eye, those elegant and slender white feathers had already spread out, lush and exuberant.


Unlike their original state embedded in the skin, like some sort of ornamentation, those were now real feathers.


The feathers quickly covered more than half of Ah Wei's body, making him look quite a bit heavier.


And the uncovered parts quickly became pallid, but clearly had turned into real flesh and blood.


Moreover, his face had been eerily elongated, looking as though he was wearing a bird beak mask.


As this figure materialized before him, Fu Qian felt the pace of his life force draining away surge by several times.


Chapter 905: Rotten Flesh (26)