Bulgae PoV
Vadim rose into the air as his blue mana flared around him again. His hair turned blue as his tail grew longer and spikier.
"Third Heaven again? You already tried that."
"Not with this form. Together, I will burn you away, Dog," he said, his mismatched eyes cold.
I smirked. "Getting cocky again? You failed to learn your lesson, calf. Or are you not Vadim? Your movements are so much like that cultivator from the Realm of Immortality."
His golden eye shimmered with a cold rage. "I am Vadim Israel. But his rage and Even's burns within me. Your kind are nothing but specters to me."
I laughed. "Specters?! Says the one leaning on the power of his former lives! It gives me chills just
thinking about it! To know that the same soul who watched his world crumble is standing before me, still clinging to vengeance!"
