ching his fists and gritting his teeth, Yang Feng endured. Blood trickled from his mouth, his body trembling, sustained only by his fierce willpower.

"Ah!~"

The thunder power flooded Yang Feng’s body, lightning flowing through every part of him, his eyes glowing with electricity, his strength growing.

The thunder ceased, the dark clouds dissipated, and sunlight poured through, clearing the skies.

Behind Yang Feng, a pair of wings emerged—Wings of Thunder, a rare gift for a thunder-wielder, made entirely of shimmering lightning.

"Phew~"

Yang Feng descended, his Wings of Thunder wrapping around him, shielding his body from spectators’ views, sparing him further embarrassment.

The forest creatures watched the flying human with awe. Surviving a thunderstorm made him a being to be wary of.

"Boom~"

Landing, Xue Ying was overjoyed to see Yang Feng unscathed, though the sudden appearance of wings aroused curiosity among the group.

"Any extra clothes?"

"Yes!"

Mo Hancheng handed over clothes, and Yang Feng darted into the forest, retracting his wings quickly and dressing hastily.

"My own clothes feel best!"

"Swish~"

Yang Feng emerged, the Wings of Thunder gone, confusing the others. Xue Ying circled him, searching for the vanished wings.

"Feng-ge, where are your wings?"

"They're here!"

Yang Feng manifested the Wings of Thunder again, large and strong, formed from his internal thunder power.

The group realized these wings could materialize from his thunder power as long as he maintained it.

Looking at the devastated forest, it was heartbreaking. Trees were shattered, many beasts burned or drowned, while crocodiles and piranhas feasted on what remained.

The river turned blood-red, bones floating, scavenger birds picking remnants, sometimes becoming crocodile prey themselves.

Yang Feng’s group left the ruined area, wandering through other parts of the forest, encountering creatures hiding from the storm.

"Swish~"

Yang Feng’s Wings of Thunder appeared, and he soared above the forest, reveling in the new sensation.

"Swish, swish, swish…"

Suddenly, fierce birds surrounded Yang Feng, mistaking him for a threat. They encircled him, their hostility palpable.

"Who did I provoke now?"

Yang Feng drew his military knife, preparing for the birds' attack. The birds, seeing him as a foreign invader, readied their talons and beaks.

"Come on, we can talk this out—peacefully!"

The birds ignored his plea, attacking en masse. Yang Feng infused his knife with thunder power, sending slashes of energy their way, downing a few birds.

The others, smarter now, evaded his strikes and prepared for another assault.

"If not now, when will I escape?!"



Chapter 33: Mysterious Fruit

"Swish~"

Yang Feng became a blur, slipping into the forest and retracting hi

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