Flesh and blood from the ceiling fell piece by piece, then slowly decomposed, leaving not a trace behind.
Accompanying this was Feng Cheng's fingernails becoming sharper and sharper. Although their length had not changed, their color became darker and more lustrous, gleaming black. In the dim kitchen, they carried an eerie and icy feeling.
His eyes, too, grew brighter, as if there was a cluster of flames burning vigorously within the depths of his pupils. His skin, albeit still pale, had his cheekbones blushing with a pink hue that was becoming more and more vivid. His entire body seemed filled with power, and even seated in a wheelchair, he still exuded a strong sense of threat.
