"Michael?"
Sensing the sacred aura rushing toward him, the Monkey King spoke in surprise.
Michael's gaze swept over Lin Qiye and the others, then swiftly locked onto a patch of emptiness. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Finally caught up with you... Where else can you run this time?"
Michael reached out and clenched the void. A sacred Great Sword of Light condensed in his palm as miracles flowed across his six white wings. With a beat of his wings, he shattered the void and vanished from where he stood.
Not long after Michael disappeared, dense cracks blossomed across the sky above Asgard, as though some existence were about to burst through the void.
Bang—!
With a thunderous hum, black fragments of space scattered in every direction.
Odin, covered in wounds, stared fixedly at the six-winged Seraphim standing amidst the clouds. Crimson worms continuously repaired his damaged organs, and his expression was incomparably grim.
"You just won't go away..." Odin said darkly.
"I told you, even if you ran to the ends of the earth, I would still catch you." Michael spoke calmly.
The worms in Odin's eye sockets trembled slightly. After hesitating for only a moment, he turned into a crimson streak of light, smashed through the void once more, and shot straight toward the end of the horizon.
After consecutively fighting the goddesses of "Present" and "Past," as well as Bragi, who had broken through to the Supreme God realm, Odin was in terrible condition. Against Archangel Michael at the height of his power, he had virtually no chance of winning...
The six wings behind Michael fluttered lightly. A dazzling golden streak cut across the sky in pursuit of Odin, vanishing from everyone's sight in an instant.
"Where's Bragi?"
Not seeing Bragi anywhere, Lin Qiye immediately looked around.
Not far