At the same time, at the border of the Angel Race.
This is the frontline of the clash between angels and the Demon Clan, scorched earth covers the wilderness, and the air still carries the presence of demonic and angelic aura.
Kieran Sinclair stood suspended before the array, his silver armor stained with blood, eyes cold as ice, watching the Demon Clan retreat like tides into the murky mist.
He didn't know how many times he had repelled the Demon Clan's attacks!
"Lord Sinclair," an angel lieutenant stepped forward respectfully, reporting in a low voice:
"The grandest inheritance meeting within the race is about to convene."
"The Demon Clan's current retreat will take at least a few days before they can regroup for another assault... Do you wish to return to the Holy City for the meeting?"
The lieutenant's eyes showed admiration for Sinclair, akin to gazing at a deity descending from the abyss.
