"Holy shit!"
The luxury man shuddered at the sight, almost peeing himself in fear, and the others were no better off. The transformation happening to the Nike youth was too horrific, too visually shocking.
The Nike youth was just a normal person, whose skin was neither too pale nor too rough—just normal. But now, an abundance of feathers visibly sprouted from his pores, rapidly growing in size, and they were not just coated with a slick mucus but also streaked with blood.
The process didn't seem to hurt, but it must've been extremely itchy, because the Nike youth couldn't stop scratching all over his body.
"God Lin, what's happening here?"
The Nike youth was desperate, his face showing an expression of utter panic as he stumbled toward Lin Baici, "Save me!"
Because he had a bird's egg in his mouth, his words were somewhat muffled.
Whoosh!
Seeing the Nike youth heading their way, everyone took a step back, scared.
