Dark Shaman King
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Chapter 1287 - Dark Shaman King
The Magic Light Dragonlings' were pitch-black and shrouded in a layer of black mist. Their skin sparkled faintly from time to time, resembling the night sky. The Dragonlings' wingspan stretched over twenty meters, and a single flap was enough to create a strong gust of wind, the whistle echoing throughout the courtyard.
Seeing the Magic Light Dragonlings rapidly approach the garden, Shi Feng turned and fled.
The Magic Light Dragonlings were bona fide Dragons. Although they were infants and only at the Tier 3 standard, they were much stronger than an Archaic Species of the same tier. And three of these Level 65 Magic Light Dragonlings were flying towards him.
If they discovered him, his fate would be sealed.
Fortunately, the Dragonlings were quite far away, so Shi Feng had more than enough time to get out of the herb garden.