Apotheosis

Of course, letting Zen kill them like that was out of the question.

According to their intel, there was no record of Zen being able to fly. They imagined Zen would be struck down by the human woman's club!

Zen's flexible figure was reflected in Hans' eyes.

"Aoo..."

With a piercing cry from Hans, all the Star Falcons spread their wings and quickly distanced themselves from each other!

This space between them made it difficult for Zen to kill them.

Zen could not fly very fast as he was relying on the Thunderstorm Godly Way to fly.

He had just been shot up into the air by Elvinia's power, and as he rose he was able to strike down more than twenty Star Falcons in an instant with his great power. But now, he began to get slower and slower.

"Crack!"

He rushed at another Star Falcon, who suddenly tilted his wings and flew to the other side, dodging Zen's attack with great agility.

After Zen failed to hit anything, a huge Star Falcon dashed towards him.

His name was Garth and he was Hans' assistant, second only to Hans in terms of strength and status in the Star Falcon race.

On the front end of his wings were many silver spangles.

The surface of the spangles was engraved with an ancient array. Under the array, all the spangles were sharp as blades.

This was the magic weapon created by the Riverside race.

"Phew!"

Garth raised his wings and charged at Zen at an astonishing speed, moving like a flying saber. In the blink of an eye, he slashed at Zen.

Seeing the dazzling spangles on his wings, Zen abruptly somersaulted in the air and nimbly dodged the attack.

But the Star Falcon race was a flying race after all, so every member could pretty much fly from birth. Naturally they were more experienced in aerial combat than human beings.

Garth seemed to have predicted Zen's movement and as he moved backwards, Garth screeched excitedly and flew in the same direction as he

s huge body plummeted down.

Zen darted like an arrow, at incredible speed once more, by using the counterforce.

As the chief leader of the Star Falcon race, Hans was the smartest and most powerful of them all.

He remained vigilant, his eyes focused intently as he approached Zen. He had seen how he handled Garth and this put him on guard.

To Hans' surprise, when he was still over 200 feet away, Zen had stamped on Garth and rushed to him by means of the counterforce!

'I'm his target?'

An idea popped into Hans' mind.

"Illusory Transformation! Escape!"

The bird's innate alertness would probably save him, if Zen was not the one he was up against.

Hans displayed a weird movement skill. His wings rolled and formed many golden shadows which spread in all directions like thousands of Star Falcons.

"You hope to escape with just a little trick?"

Zen's gaze was fixed on Hans' real figure and he stretched out towards him.

But his hand went right through the figure like it was a cloud and it disappeared before his eyes.

This bodily movement skill was somewhat similar to the Eight Smoky Melodies that Zen had cultivated and even the feather of Wing King. Unfortunately, using such a skill before Zen was a display of one's meager ability to an expert.