Most of the angels could not catch up to him. The few that successfully approached the Arcanist were vaporized into golden motes, drifting endlessly through the vast, layered shadows of varying depths cast by the Holy Mountain. Dragging the golden mist of evaporated angel corpses and the magical flames erupting from his Holy Marks, Salomon plunged downward at high speed. His jet engines drove him fast enough to catch up with the masked Sage standing atop the wreckage of the Bridge of Heaven. His blazing soul radiated heat sufficient to vaporize steel. The two men met with cold hatred in their hearts. There was no posturing, no pointless talk. The instant they closed to within reach of their weapons, they began a battle beyond the grasp of mortals.
The masked Sage gripped a spear broken in two, wielding its halves as a long sword and a short sword. His fighting style was exceptionally agile.
This time, he did not hold back. He knew that if he retained the same contempt and mercy he had shown during their battle in Noahduen Town, he would certainly die at this man's hands. Kamar-Taj—the World Watchers' enemy and ally. Though both watched the Outer Dimensions, their purposes were entirely different. Kamar-Taj had more enemies, did not rely on bloodlines to pass down its legacy, and had expanded with astonishing speed. The masked Sage was certain that this man was the Sorcerer Supreme's disciple. Only the Sorcerer Supreme could cultivate such a powerful warrior, and only her disciple could inherit this Sacred Sword.
Before that incident, the Sage might have been curious about why this man's soul burned so fiercely. But now, he wanted only revenge, and this man was the obstacle standing in his way. The Sacred Sword and the two short spears flashed