No one knew how much time had passed, but fewer and fewer Soul Intent rank dark creatures remained on the battlefield.
Some Soul Intent rank Dark Elves tried to flee, but the angels would not let them leave.
The one they followed was watching them. If they let these already weak enemies escape, what would Lord Kyle think of them?
Besides, as angels, they had their own honor.
By all reason, since these Soul Intent rank dark creatures had come, they had to die here.
In the underground world, day and night could not be distinguished.
No one knew how much time had passed. Only eight Soul Intent rank dark creatures still capable of fighting remained.
At this moment, the desire to live overcame the Spider Queen's oracle.
Those who had made it this far were never fanatical believers to begin with.
Verisys, the Great Priest of the Iris Tribe's Dark Elves, seized the opportunity. She lured the angel fighting her behind another matron of the Oricxos Tribe, then took out the teleportation scroll hidden near her heart and activated it.
Not far away, Miserandor watched the Dark Elf Great Priest's movements, the corners of her mouth curling upward slightly.
"Uncle Feryn, leave this Dark Elf to me."
Feryn, who had just chopped off the head of a Soul Intent High-level Dark Elf, nodded at Miserandor, signaling for her to go about her business.
As for the form of address, he did not mind it.
He was over two hundred years older than Miserandor. Being her uncle was more than fitting.
After handing the Soul Intent High-level Dark Elf assassin in her grasp to Fens, Miserandor flashed several hundred meters away and waited along the path Verisys was bound to take.
Suddenly, a faint glow emerged, and Verisys's figure slowly