Brilliant sunlight fell on Pierce's face. White clouds fluttered in the sky as the dragon's wings sliced through the sky.
The group was getting closer and closer to the coordinates of the Elven Mother Tree. They were currently flying above the sea.
Ice-blue scales were stained with dew as the dragon sliced through the sea. From afar, it looked like a sharp blade had sliced the sea into two.
Pierce did not know how fast the Frost Dragon was. Even Frost did not know how fast she could be.
After all, she had never used her full strength to fly, especially after reaching level 6.
As noble Frost Dragons, they were born superior to everyone. The pride of this strength made it impossible for them to use their full strength in flying.
But one thing was clear. At this moment, Frost's speed had already exceeded the speed of sound.
Even Pierce and Vivier with their inhuman physiques had to create a divine power barrier to protect their bodies.
