"Retreat... retreat! Get out of here!"
Having completed their initial reconnaissance mission, the six-winged angel leaders roared hoarsely in terror.
Every monster standing upon the white Bone Continent possessed a pressure so terrifying it made one's soul tremble. They were like bombs that could explode at any moment and destroy everything around them. Compared with these dreadful Dimensional Esophagus monsters, the six-winged angels were no more than grains of sand—tiny and insignificant.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
As several of those grotesquely varied monsters suddenly vanished from where they stood, the pupils of the six-winged angels at the heart of the battle formation abruptly contracted. Before they could react, several thunderous booms rang out. Under the joint assault of several formidable monsters, the angel battle formation failed to mount any effective resistance and was instantly blasted to pieces by those cannonballs that seemed to leap through the air.
"Legas! Wake up, wake up! Hurry, run!"
The ringing in his ears drowned out the wails of the other angels around him. Legas was dizzy, the world spinning around him.
He could clearly see his closest friend, Longlamode, shouting at him, waving his arms before him and urging him to regain his senses, yet he did not have the slightest strength to move.
Time seemed to slow. Legas clearly saw, within the murky fog behind his friend, a dragonfly-like monster covered in malignant tumors tear through the air. It was unbelievably fast. He desperately tried to speak, to warn the friend who kept shaking him in that slow-motion world to flee.
In the surrounding sky, monsters flashed past one after another. Shouts and roars churned into chaos, and his friend had not noticed the approaching danger at all.
Legas wanted to warn his closest friend, but he did not even have the strength to