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Yan Xiaobao didn't look like his usual self. A radiant smile stretched across his mouth, revealing sharp teeth the size of a wild dog's fangs. There was no trace of sympathy or concern in his eyes, only sheer killing intent. Blood gushed from his arm, and the rest of his body was drenched in the splattered blood of the wolves he had slain.
As his friends looked at him, it seemed Yan Xiaobao was about to strike, but suddenly, the young man collapsed to the ground. The entire tunnel echoed with his pained screams as he clutched his head in his hands. Red fog erupted from his body, mixing suddenly with a blue mist, marking a change that was far quicker than the previous slow transformations to his body.
The struggle appeared to continue, until the young man suddenly fell limp on the floor. Only then did his friends dare to approach him.
"We need to find a safe place," Deng Wu said, his gaze ever-watchful of their surroundings.
