Seven purple butterflies flew in front of the large purple butterfly.
A strong purple light shone over the battlefield—
Corpses everywhere seemed to glow under this light.
A moment later, these seven butterflies merged together.
What remained was an extremely large purple light.
"The right wing," Teigu commanded.
With a piercing light, the light entered the right wing.
In just a moment, behind him, a second huge wing rose on the right!
This time, without even doing anything, he was able to directly fly.
No spiritual power was expended. No dream power left him.
With just normal flaps, he was able to fly!
He rose into the sky with extreme shock and excitement.
At a hundred metres, he stood safely.
Over a hundred, the blowing wind would become an obstruction.
At that point, his flying speed was slower, his control less, and the pressure stronger.
Finally, he tested and felt his limit—three hundred metres.
