"Oh, isn't it the birds from the Sacred Light Empire?" A young guy leading the group sneered and spoke sarcastically, looking at Luicfer and Michael.
Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he seemed to recognise them.
"Tch. And you have the nerve to talk? A bunch of stallions that ran away from their ranch."
The moment those words fell, the young man's expression twisted.
So did those behind him.
Anger and hostility surged, their killing intent no longer concealed as their auras began to rise.
"What? You dare to fight here!" Lucifer quickly interrupted their thoughts.
The young man and others seemed to quickly snap out of it as they remembered where they were now. It was not the place or the right time for them to battle.
"You are lucky." The young man snorted and changed topic.
"Tch, looks like you birds reached such a low level that you didn't possess a half-step transcendent-level warrior. And it even seemed you were not the leader of the people."
