"Doing something to the utmost is better than doing thousands of mediocre things." The Holy Wings King said in a cold voice. As the holy wings on his back flapped rhythmically, an invisible hurricane swept over the sky. "You human beings never understand this, because you don't have such great talents." Then the Holy Wings King launched another attack.
It was as fast as lightning. While he was moving, no one could even catch a glimpse of him. In the end he showed up in some unimaginable place. It was really unfavorable for Jiang Chen. His rival was too fast for even his Eye of Heaven to follow.
Each Ancient tribe had its own strengths. For the Holy Wings, it was their incredibly fast speed. It was said that the strongest Holy Wings could even beat the clock!
He has at least achieved the completeness of the conception of wind. Jiang Chen thought to himself.