All the elves' gazes gathered upon the skies above Silvermoon Fairy Capital. Every elf knew that the seemingly transparent air overhead was actually covered by an extraordinarily sturdy barrier. This was the heart of Silvermoon Fairy Capital, where the barrier was at its strongest. Even mighty transcendent powerhouses could not hope to break through it easily. Yet that pillar of light from the silver clouds descended without the slightest effort.
For a moment, the atmosphere turned tense.
Before demigod powerhouses such as Span, Qi Lanya, and Dursa could make a move, the pillar of light had already landed on the ground, revealing three figures.
Two men and one woman.
At the front stood a burly man with golden hair and a white robe, imposing and dignified.
Behind him stood a man and a woman side by side, likewise dressed in white robes, their features somewhat blurred. The man's gaze was calm and indifferent, while the woman had her eyes closed.
The three gave the elves an unfathomable feeling. Especially the man and woman in the back—their bodies radiated an indescribable, invisible pressure. A single glance at them inspired the urge to prostrate oneself and look up in awe.
"Camael!" Qi Lanya blurted out.
The elves were all startled. So it was Camael, the strongest peak-stage demigod and the eight-winged angel of Light Holy Mountain!
The burly man at the front gave a slight nod. "Miss Qi Lanya."
Qi Lanya's gaze swept over the man and woman behind him. She vaguely guessed something, and her heart was shaken all the more. Still maintaining a calm tone, she said, "Sir Camael, Light Holy Mountain and Silvermoon Fairy Capital have always shared a friendly relationship of mutual aid. This is the Elf Race's most sacred New Moon Festival. For the three of you