After sensing that those powerful Level-11 Beings from the Dark Universe Time-Space had ceased their pursuit,
Saine could not help but let out a deep sigh of relief.
He could clearly feel the oppressive sensation of being locked onto by the enemy's powerful practitioners gradually dissipating from around his whole body.
Storm Dragon Balhaink, who had already come to meet up with Saine and the others, was rather indignant at the enemy's retreat.
Balhaink flicked her enormous dragon tail covered in lightning patterns, her golden pupils filled with unwillingness.
She had just condensed dragon breath in her throat and was preparing to have a fierce battle with the Dark Universe Time-Space's powerful practitioners, yet they had retreated without a fight, leaving her brimming fighting spirit with nowhere to vent.
Unlike Locke and Saine, Balhaink did not often consider changes in the overall situation of the Dimension War.
Most of the time, she acted as she pleased and followed the instincts of dragonkind.
Even when there was no war, she would find a hidden interstellar nest and sleep until heaven and earth went dark, living in utter comfort.
In truth, Level-11 Beings like Balhaink were probably the happiest powerful practitioners in the Multiverse.
They did not need to shoulder the pressure of strategic decisions, nor did they need to rack their brains over the development of their faction. They only needed to act according to their hearts—fight with all their strength when there was a battle to be fought, and rest peacefully when there was none.
All in all, throughout Balhaink's long life, she truly seemed never to have encountered anything that gave her too much of a headache.
No matter what calamity fell from the sky, top-tier powerful practitioners like Locke would always bear it. She only needed to fulfill