A person!
It was a person!
How could a person possibly have wings? How could a person possibly fly?
The man was utterly bewildered. The figure wore a snow-white tracksuit and had golden wings on his back that shone with a dazzling light in the sun. He was flying rapidly toward them.
"Enemy! Enemy attack!" he shouted, scrambling for his weapon in alarm.
"What enemy attack?" Everyone looked around nervously, but there was no one in sight.
"Have you gone mad?" Yang Taining said irritably. "The Star Shining Society isn't even here yet. Where would an enemy attack come from at this hour?"
"In the sky! Damn it, in the sky! Someone is flying!" the man yelled, terror in his eyes.
"Enough!" Yang Taining grew angry. "How could a person fly? Even an Overlord-level expert can only perform Qinggong at best. Flying? Is that something a human can do?"
"Damn you, just look up for yourself!" the man cursed back, now frantic.
