"Let's go."
Kyle spread his four pairs of wings and flew toward the exit of the Demiplane.
Seeing this, Meltis followed close behind.
After leaving the book-filled Demiplane and looking upon the Sky Tower, he felt as though a lifetime had passed.
"Lord Kyle, this way."
Following Meltis's guidance, Kyle flew over the palace and landed in the plaza where the five legendary statues stood.
When the three hundred seventy-three Soul Intent High-level Transcendents saw the two angels descend, they all stopped talking.
They recognized one of them. She was Fiolet's daughter, Lady Meltis.
The other Eight-winged Angel was, unsurprisingly, the angel of mysterious origins—the one they wished to follow.
Standing beneath the hundred-meter statue, Kyle placed his hands behind his back and looked at the three hundred seventy-two Soul Intent High-level Transcendents scattered before him. "First, I welcome you all."
"Then, the trial officially begins."
Hearing the latter sentence, astonishment appeared on everyone's faces. They had thought he would say more, but he had gone straight to the point.
"Fight me."
Kyle swept his gaze across the crowd and said in a deep voice, "More precisely, fight my clone. As long as you defeat my clone, or exchange a thousand blows with it without losing, you will pass the first round of the trial."
Upon hearing this, most of the Soul Intent High-level Transcendents who had not been born angels looked displeased, feeling as though they had been underestimated.
As for the twenty-one angels among them, their expressions turned grave.
Two months ago, after all, the angel before them had defeated Iksandor with ease.
If they faced him directly, they would have no chance of victory whatsoever. They could not even defeat Iksandor, let alone this man.
Yet while fighting his clone gave them some hope, they could not