The black-clothed man sighed. “Fatty, what kind of person are you? I have probed for a long time, and yet I still cannot tell when in the mainland was there a guy like you... Are you someone from Protoss?”
Sky spat hatefully and cursed, “You are the one from the Protoss! Even if the Pope stands in front of me, I will ignore him! Speak less nonsense and come down here! I will wring off your head and go back to sleep!”
“Hahahaha...” The black-clothed man laughed, and then he showed a strange expression. “Are you crazy? Wring off my noble head... This is truly an amusing joke.” His eyes then glowed red as his low voice shrouded the earth. “Show me your skill!”
The man then stretched his body and took a moment to grow a pair of black wings. He then soared into the air and opened up his arms as if he wanted to embrace the earth.