The Ultimate Mystic Eyes of Death Perception

This was no longer a brief hover powered by thrusters, but true flight.

Yuan Shikai piloted the Vengeance Valkyrie—Wing Zero Form straight up into the sky, breaking through the clouds and briefly letting sunlight spill onto the earth.

Feathers scattered in its wake, drifting slowly down through the blazing sunlight.

The Yaga did not know what angels were, nor did they understand faith.

They spent all their time finding ways to survive, leaving them no chance to think about anything else.

But as those pure white feathers drifted through the sky, bathed in blazing sunlight, the Yaga felt they had found something.

An indescribable feeling slowly sprouted in their hearts, until it filled them completely.

Yuan Shikai knew nothing of this. He was simply reveling in the sensation of flight.

His senses were one with the Vengeful Valkyrie's. If it was injured, he would be injured too. By the same token, flying like this felt as though he himself were soaring.

Of course, Yuan Shikai had not forgotten his task: defeating this Ancient Mammoth.

The mammoth's attacks had been unable to touch him even on the ground, let alone now that he was airborne. This was an assault from an entirely different dimension; the mammoth could do nothing but take a beating.

Those scattered feathers were not decorations. Every one was exceptionally sharp, raining down on Ivan the Terrible.

The mammoth's enormous size meant it took practically every hit, blood streaming constantly from its body.

Fortunately, its thick hide allowed it to endure. Its tough trunk swatted away every feather heading for its head, keeping Ivan the Terrible unharmed.

The battle seemed entirely one-sided. Behind Ivan the Terrible, Kadoc clenched his fists.

*At this rate, barring any surprises, Ivan the Terrible will lose. If even someone as powerful as him