Wang Han emerged from the water in the distance.
He took a drag from his final cigarette, drew a deep breath, and submerged once more.
Suspended right in front of the Feiyi, Wang Han saw that two tiny horns had sprouted from the creature’s head. For the ninth time, a layer of snakeskin was peeling away, revealing two brilliantly vibrant bodies beneath—one a sinister, pitch black, and the other a striking, blazing red.
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