"Swoosh—"
The radiant giant angel flapped his hundreds of meters long wings, creating strong gales, and in just a few beats, he soared nearly ten thousand meters high.
Seeing this, Red Dragon spread his wings and quickly followed, climbing at an extremely fast speed, while taunting, "Do you really think this will work? The sky of the Material Plane is my domain!"
He turned into a scarlet afterimage, accompanied by towering flames, shooting straight into the sky, chasing in the direction of Balachiel and others.
Thus, both parties stood off against each other high in the sky, neither willing to yield.
At this moment, they were tens of thousands of meters away from the ground, even the clouds were beneath their feet.
At this altitude, the steel behemoths on the ground were no more than ants, even cities and mountains appeared extraordinarily miniature, while the soldiers of both sides were completely indistinguishable, like countless tiny specks of dust.
