"Then did you ask for my opinion?"
Word Spirit·Tyrant
The air surrounding the Elf Mage's location suddenly turned incredibly heavy as if an invisible mountain had fallen, pressing down on him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In that moment, one after another, the magic ornaments on this High Elf Mage exploded, and splendid spirit light spread out, colorful and beautiful.
A narrow spatial crack appeared instantly, swallowing the Elf Mage's silhouette. The next moment, Mikal appeared in the high sky hundreds of meters away.
However, at this time, the Elf Mage no longer had the calm demeanor he had when he first appeared because blood was flowing from his mouth, nose, and ears, looking both tragic and frightening.
"What is this?"
Mikal looked incredulously at the Golden Dragon, wiped his chin with his hand, and after seeing the crimson blood on his fingertips, his expression turned dark and sinister,
"Dragon Power? No, no, this is not Dragon Power!"
