Feng Chen had crossed the line. There was no turning back. His body was consumed by a rage that roared through him like an unstoppable storm.
Black lightning crackled and hissed as it spiraled around him, warping the air in his path. The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble, the forest itself recoiling from the immense, chaotic power he now wielded.
As he surged toward the Dans, his mind was clouded with only one thought: destruction. Every breath he took burned in his chest, every pulse of dark Qi pushing him closer to the edge of madness.
He was no longer the discarded "trash" of the Feng Clan... he had become a beast of fury, an embodiment of wrath, and his enemies would learn that the hard way.
The Dans, however, were completely unaware of the storm bearing down on them. Their voices echoed through the forest, cruel and mocking, filled with the arrogance of men who believed themselves untouchable.
