The monstrous entities stood frozen as they watched the spectacle unfolding before them. Jiang Ling rose from the ground, the wounds on his body visibly knitting together, regenerating at a rate that defied the natural laws of their world.
He assumed a runner's stance, low and angled forward. His back leg was coiled, ready to spring forward like a steel trap. His front foot was pointed straight ahead, primed to push off at a moment's notice. His arms were held loosely at his sides, his fingers twitching with pent-up energy. His gaze was fixed, his eyes narrowed to predatory slits. It was the image of a tiger eyeing its prey, ready to pounce.
But there was something more. Jing's stance wasn't that of an ordinary human; it bore the grace and fluidity of a supernatural creature. He was mimicking the skeletal structure of a Kyrin as if Jing planned to unleash the full strength of the Roaring Kyrin's Martial Skeleton.
