Soon, three Qilins appeared in the sky.
These three Qilins all had heads resembling a majestic lion, with two intimidating horns atop, covered in dense scales, exuding an unparalleled aura of dominance.
"Boom!" The three Qilins landed heavily on the mountaintop plaza, unleashing a powerful shockwave that swept towards the surrounding crowd in all directions.
They held their heads high, looking down at everything around them, as if all beings were mere insects.
"You must be friends of the Qilin Race! But we never invited you, who are you? Why are you here?" At this moment, a member of the Oskan Royal Academy's ceremonial team flew in front of the three Qilins and asked.
"Get lost!" A pitch-black Qilin, akin to ink, raised its paw and swatted the student away, "How dare you block my path, truly courting death! Listen up, all of you, I am Mo Yao, from the royal clan of the Qilin Race—Ink Kirin!"
