The magic circle immediately shone in golden light, and the light acted as the three people's trampoline, instantly throwing them to the sky.
When the three people felt their feet leaving the ground, they simultaneously spread the wings on their backs.
Each of them had wings with a wide span, around two meters wide for both wings.
The moment they spread their pure white wings, white feathers ran out of their wings, slowly falling to the distant ground below.
Zenith opened his first pair of wings while the elders opened their two pairs of wings directly.
The three people quickly flapped their wings while flying at a certain distance from each other so as not to hit their people with their sharp feathers.
"Young master, the golden feather is going down fast. We have to chase after it."
One of the elders immediately reminded Zenith, and the three people hurriedly dived down, just like an eagle hunting their prey.
