Dragons are magical creatures naturally capable of flight.
Upon seeing Muria fly into the sky, the young dragons spread their broad crimson wings one after another, chasing after him. Cynthia and Renata were still the most reluctant, with the two little female dragons purposely trailing behind the rest.
In the sky, Muria was playfully toying with the young dragons using his superior flight speed and his abundant flying experience. He had realized that dealing with these young dragons now felt incredibly easy to him.
Not to mention, among the six young dragons, two were deliberately underperforming. He was older, stronger, and faster than the young dragons, and more agile. Besides, he had mastered all the attacking magics in the first to the fourth ring. He really couldn't think of any other reasons why he would be defeated now.
Muria glanced down briefly and was astounded. "They can still get up? Should I say they are truly worthy of being the strongest dragons?"