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Amidst the blue sky and white clouds, the Formless Dragon flew slowly—its speed wasn't actually fast; to be more accurate, its physical flying speed was slow.
However, the Formless Dragon always managed to leap over the blurry boundary of illusion when flying in the material world, and then, in the blink of an eye, it would reappear tens of meters away. It was as if it constantly activated the ability to teleport while flying, and even Liszt, employing the Eye of Magic, found it very difficult to detect any trace of this ability in operation.
It was almost as if the ability didn't involve magic at all, but was simply an innate talent, much like Ach controlling the flow of water, which also belonged to a natural ability.
