Bael knew that if he kept fighting in the sky, he would sooner or later be defeated and destroyed.
So after forcibly enduring two attacks, he retreated into his central fortress.
This was a fortress he had long managed, with extraordinarily strong defenses.
As long as he remained here, he was confident he could block any enemy attack.
That had been his previous thought, of course. Now, that confidence was no longer so firm.
In the air, Huo Ling watched Bael flee back into his fortress, his expression still calm. He had obtained the defensive layout and deployment map of this place from Colin.
He knew this fortress's defenses were impregnable—but so what?
He possessed the most powerful can opener. With the slightest movement of Huo Ling's mental power, the enormous Floating City had already entered the Bronze Citadel.
Those who returned to the central fortress were not only Bael, but also his elite legion, the Hellfire Guard.
Within the central fortress, magic arrays activated one after another, shrouding the entire fortress in powerful defenses.
Judging solely by its materials, this fortress's defenses even used materials comparable to those of Huo Ling's Floating City.
But identical materials did not mean it truly possessed such powerful defenses. At the very least, this central fortress's defenses were certainly not as strong as Huo Ling's Floating City.
As the Floating City arrived above the central fortress, secondary cannons and main cannons began charging one after another.
Inside the fortress, Bael was rapidly consuming all manner of precious magic potions, intending to accelerate his recovery.
Yet many of his injuries were at the level of laws. Even expensive legendary magic potions were powerless against such wounds.
Bottle after bottle of magic potion went down his throat, and surging magical power roiled across Bael's body.