The large silhouette of the flying-type magical beast was rapidly approaching with a speed of 280 kilometers per hour. In just ten seconds, the outline and appearance of the flying-type magical beast appeared in Lance’s eyes. Lance expression change slightly after sensing the majestic atmosphere the flying-type magical beast emitted.
“This magical beast might have a royal bloodline unique to the descendants of holy beast, based from the aura that it’s body exuded, it gave a slight feeling of pressure."
Lance gripped the coiling dragon sword tightly as the flying type magical beast stopped and hovered 15 meters away in front of him.
“Well, if this magical beast dares to attack. I’ll let it taste my new power."
The feeling of pressure coming from the flying-type magical beast created a
