Trial of the Golden Dragon Sect (13)

"You." Michael pointed toward the strongest of them before stating,

"Take me with you."

Immediately, a hesitant look appeared on their faces as they turned to glance at one another.

However, when they looked back at him, they flinched—and, with resignation, agreed.

"Very well..." the strong drake replied before spreading out its wings, which were even smaller than Michael's.

With a flap of its wings, it flew up into the sky, the other drakes following along.

And so was Michael.

His speed was incomparable to theirs; he had to slow down significantly just to match their pace, which he found quite odd.

'They are the same tier as me, and they were also born with wings, right? How are they so slow?'

Just a species difference—you're practically an abomination of both an angel and a demon, so that's that.