Seeing the angel suddenly appear before him, the Demon Lord's eyes flashed with surprise. He remembered that there were no angels in this world.
"The souls of angels are the purest. I shall use your life to proclaim my return to this world."
As his words fell, the Demon Lord raised his right hand, intending to summon the servants sealed within his shadow.
Miserandor watched the Demon's movements, his eyes filled with vigilance as he prepared to engage at any moment.
Several minutes passed, yet everything remained calm.
A trace of confusion flashed through the Demon Lord's eyes. He could clearly sense the servants sealed in his shadow, so why was he unable to summon them?
Seizing the instant his opponent was distracted, Miserandor struck first. Thousands of Light Spears emerged from the void and shot toward the flagship of the Okra Kingdom's Silver Wing Sky Fleet, where the Demon Lord stood, from every direction.
Amid the blinding radiance, the Floating Battleship corrupted by Demonic Power turned to dust.
At the very center, as hundreds of Light Spears pierced through his body, the Demon Lord instantly realized something was wrong.
For some reason, he could only wield Half-Legendary strength. The Law Power he could command was merely impressive in appearance—seemingly formidable, yet tightly restricted.
"There's something wrong with this space."
Realizing the situation was amiss, the Demon Lord swept a glance over the angel before him. Without the slightest hesitation, he headed straight north.
In his perception, the north had the fewest life auras. It had to be the boundary of this strange space.
Seeing this, Miserandor followed directly behind him. However, he did not launch another attack. Instead, he trailed far behind while using the Twin Resonance Space Stone to transmit information to a place tens of thousands of