Slaughter

After using Shadow Step, Feng Shen reappeared on a sturdy tree branch, pressing his back against the rough bark as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

'Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!'

Feng Shen's eyes darted through the surrounding, searching for anything—a target, a distraction, something he could kill to release the bloodlust coiled tightly within him.

The night was silent, but his heart hammered, urging him to find relief before the bloodlust took him over completely.

"SHIT!" Feng Shen roared, his voice tearing through the silence as he clenched his teeth in frustration.

His fists tightened, knuckles white, as he fought to keep himself from exploding, each breath coming out in harsh, ragged bursts.

Finding nothing in his immediate surroundings, Feng Shen launched himself from branch to branch, leaping with feral intensity as he picked up speed.