The ten-tailed fox levitated in the sky, arms spread apart as if to embrace the destruction he was causing to the dragon clan.
His expression was calm, as though he was not flying in the sky in the midst of a destructive dance of flames but swimming in the calm water of a clear pond.
Crimson eyes snapped shut, the thin veil of eyelids fluttering as the eyes underneath them moved. The fox's nostrils flared as he sucked in the scent of blood, of burning wood and burning flesh flooded his senses, making his mouth water.
As he hung in the sky, flying in the air without a single care for the burning world under him, his body tilted backwards, wind caressing his — Hu Lijing's — face as those luscious amber locks fluttered, black smoke rising from the burning flames with everything in their vicinity as their prey.
