"Hmph! A bunch of worthless dimwits! Get lost, you fools!"
Grey Fang's distinctive booming voice exploded over the chaotic battlefield.
He had been riding the Winged Dragon across the sky, effortlessly sweeping away the swarms of inferior demons flying in the air.
Some of the flying and fast enough strong demons couldn't withstand a few moves from him before turning into corpses, becoming the rare Experience he didn't much need.
The battle in the sky didn't limit his performance, instead, it was somewhat an underuse of his abilities.
Seizing the moment.
He leapt down from the Winged Dragon's back, accurately landing at a breached spot on the city wall.
In mid-air, his arms bulged with veins, muscles taut like steel, as a pair of Refined Gold short spears, shimmering with wind and thunder halo, whistled out of his hands.
Thud! Thud!
