Hearing the Black man shout, Shen Feng finally remembered him. 'This guy...' He seemed to recall his name was James, a self-proclaimed heir to the Voodoo Magic of Africa.
'He's basically like most of those Black guys who love to protest—good intentions, but completely misses the point.' The guy believed the World Beast was some kind of ancestral spirit awakened by the oppression of white people. That's why he'd run over to perform a ritual when the World Beast attacked San Francisco, hoping to appease the 'ancestral spirits' and stop the creature.
For Shen Feng, it had been almost half a year since he last saw James. For James, however, Shen Feng had never left this place.
Shen Feng let out a sly chuckle, ignoring James's shouting as he extended his hand and clenched it into a fist.
Instantly, the Gray Tide that had burst from the World Beast's chest bloomed like a giant flower. It spread out in all directions, folding back to envelop the massive creature.
