The shock the Three-legged Golden Crow experienced was not fear, but intense anger and a hint of tremor. A god beast as powerful as itself, when its life is potentially threatened, it bursts out with all its latent power.
The golden color in the sky suddenly melted away like ice and snow. In a moment, black took the upper hand, and all that gold condensed into a deep and dark golden hue that looked slightly shadowy. This was a clear qualitative leap.
The physical form of the Three-legged Golden Crow manifested itself again. Having stimulated all its potential, it could no longer maintain its human form. The crow, with only one wing, looked somewhat humorous; yet Little San couldn't find humor in it. All that gold had solidified into a light sphere, a metallic looking sphere only one meter in diameter.
