Tiny red veins filled Chu Xun's eyes. Exuding a presence that resembled a god – or more aptly, a true Devil – as he rode on the back of a Winged imperiously like a conquering hero.

The Winged, horrified and frightened, could do nothing save to flap his wings desperately for dear life.

Chu Xun grabbed the mane of his hair and jerked it left and right to make him fly in whichever direction he chose like a horse.

Crack!

Another Winged came ...