Puta Fallen Feather Realm, a fourth-level world. On a shattered landmass in the Kongming Sky Trench, a ray of light appeared, and the figures of the group gradually solidified.
Cecilia, who had been sitting on the King of Wind Fairies' shoulder, flapped her wings. Hugging the fruit brimming with World Origin Qi, she returned to Velin's shoulder.
Moments later, a dark purple streak of light descended from the horizon and landed on the shattered landmass.
When the light faded, four figures appeared before them.
One was an unfathomable black-haired young man whose aura matched that of the King of Wind Fairies. He had to be Doyle Aeolus, the Progenitor of the Dark Raven.
Three beings stood behind the black-haired young man.
One was a Soul Intent High-level dragonkin warlock. His body was covered in bronze scales, sharp bone spurs embedded in his joints, and a pair of curved horns extended backward from his forehead. Jagged bone plates protruded from his back, slowly opening and closing with his breathing. As his dragon tail swept across the ground, sparks flew from the friction of his scales.
One was a Soul Intent High-level Shadow Creature, part of whose body was shrouded in black mist, making its full form impossible to discern.
One was a Soul Intent High-level human Swordsman, wearing a faint smile that made others instinctively feel close to him.
The black-haired young man folded his arms and sized up the King of Wind Fairies from head to toe. "Pardis, it seems you really do like this form."
"Doyle, don't you know me by now?" The King of Wind Fairies smiled at the black-haired young man's words. "After all, she..."
"Enough. I don't want to hear about her." The black-haired young man frowned, speaking with some impatience.
The King of Wind Fairies