In the sky, the green, white, and emerald lights constantly intertwined around the purple aurora.
The griffin king opened its six wings. In an instant, crystal-like feathers rained down like heavy rain.
Andrew and Nason immediately infused the remaining magic power into the flying magic, tossing and turning rapidly in the messy feathers.
In the forest below, the thick pine trees that hadn't been knocked down for a hundred years were easily pierced through by these plate-sized feathers.
A large area of the forest collapsed like the autumn wind.
Although Andrew and Nason tried their best to dodge, their speed was limited to the bottom of magic power. The two of them slowed down significantly.
A wave of crystal wings shot out at the same time, and more than ten cracks appeared on their bodies.
Before Andrew could adjust his posture, the griffin king swooped over.