The White Bull took a few steps back.
While Ash and the others were locked in a scheming contest with Rajesh, the war on the other side of the city had also reached a fever pitch.
High in the sky, Igula spread his Void Wings and soared through the Golden Rain, his Gold and Silver Wings carving an elegant trajectory like a storm swift. Demon Yinzhi clung tightly to the Fraudster's waist from behind, the gale lifting her pinkish-purple bangs.
When the Resentful Shadow Evil Dragon suddenly teleported in front of him, he and Yinzhi spoke rapidly at the same time:
"The Golden Rain here is the Gilded River!"
"The air here is indestructible!"
The Resentful Shadow Evil Dragon swept its tail viciously. Its spiked, saw-edged tail, wreathed in pitch-black evil lightning, slammed down in front of them, and the surging shock wave scattered all the surrounding Golden Rain, yet it could not pierce even that thin Air Wall.
A black-haired young man stood atop the Resentful Shadow Evil Dragon's head. He wore a tailored black formal suit, a white boutonniere on his chest, and white gloves on both hands, looking at Igula and Yinzhi with indifference. Before the Gilded Rain could fall on them, they had already teleported to the top of another high-rise and coiled there like a solitary emperor.
The city below had already become an ocean of lava. The streets had been swallowed whole, the buildings were gradually turning to char, and pungent poisonous gases spread in a haze. The once-prosperous City Center had become a forbidden zone for life. On an island in the lava sea, a petite snake-haired girl stood at the front, gripping a ruby staff. Though molten lava churned with intense heat all around her, she was barefoot and wore only thin