Dust settled, and the group of Apprentices looked at Angel, who had appeared before their eyes, with a mixture of confusion and shock in their gaze.
This sudden pressure was an indiscriminate, all-encompassing assault, and they too were enveloped within it, unable to move. Yet this golden-haired youth, not only fearless in the face of pressure, could still fight so effortlessly under those terrifying vines?
All the Apprentices, watching Angel descend from the sky, were curious about his identity.
After landing, Angel hadn't paid any attention to the Wizards Apprentices around him but instead shook his arm with a peculiar expression on his face.
The reason for his odd expression was due to the fact that he hadn't completely dodged the vine's stinger earlier. A couple had pricked his arm during his fall, and he still felt a bit of a sting.
