The Eight-winged Golden Scale Python's gossamer-thin wings flapped rapidly, lifting it straight into the air. The Thunder Power on its body flickered endlessly, a sign that it was preparing to transform into a woman again.
Ye Tian hadn't gotten a clear look last time. Back then, he had been lying paralyzed on the ground, tormented by the icy energy that had invaded his body. This time, however, he could watch carefully and see how it transformed into a human.
Purple lightning flashed continuously over the Eight-winged Golden Scale Python's body, filling the air with a CRACKLING sound. A violet radiance completely enveloped it, obscuring the process from view.
Of course, Ye Tian had no desire to look too closely. 'She might not have any clothes on at the moment, which would be awkward.'
