Wang Ling's arm punched through the Vermillion Bird's stomach. Straight through it went. The Vermillion Bird vomited liters upon liters of boiling blood, but, instead of screaming she grabbed hold of Wang Ling's arm and screeched!
SKRIIIIIIIIIIIII!
The Other Four made their move. The Dragon and White Tiger transformed as they moved. The qi in their bodies moved and ripped apart the flesh wanting to be freed from the bounds of their humanoid bodies.
"They're transforming into their Primeval Forms? Here?" Wang Ling prepared himself for the worst. However, seeing how the space fluctuations surrounding them, he knew that no matter how strong he was, such a sign was no good, "Damn it, Xue! Get us out of this Dimension! They're going to rip apart space!"
He shouted, alarmed, to which Bai Xue responded with a hearty laugh, "Okay, but try to get here! I don't want to approach that place, my zombie-looking predecessor creeps me out when I go near it!"