At the same time, on the Angel Race's frontier.
This was the forefront of the clash between Angels and the Demon Race. Scorched earth covered the wasteland, and the air was still filled with Demonic Qi and angelic presence.
Liu Ye, an Eight-winged Angel, hovered at the front line, his silver armor stained with blood, his gaze icy as he watched the Demon Race retreat like a tide into the murky mist.
He no longer knew how many times he had repelled the Demon Race's assaults!
"My Lord Liu Ye," a subordinate angel approached respectfully and reported in a low voice,
"The grandest inheritance summit within the clan is about to convene."
"Since the Demon Race retreated this time, it will take at least a few days for them to regroup and launch another attack... Should you return to the Holy City for the conference?"
He looked at Liu Ye with eyes full of reverence, as if looking up to a deity descending from the abyss.
