Flaunt and Flee

Gusts of winds whistled and circled around Bu Fang, blowing his hair against the air.

His face was hot and flushed, yet his eyes were filled with shock.

He gazed at Whitey's stretched wings, feeling somewhat dumbfounded. "Whitey has grown a pair of wings? Is it going to become a flying Whitey?"

His intuition told him that Whitey's changes must be related to the Departed Soul Orb he just fed Whitey… It seemed that the orb really did give Whitey a bad stomachache.

Loud booms echoed in the heavens. Domineering forces of energy burst out of the five Supreme-Beings, who were closing in from afar. They all stared at Bu Fang with greedy and agitated eyes.