Above the sea of clouds, three golden figures traced three smooth trails ten thousand meters in the air.
Leng seemed to be in exceptionally high spirits, humming an unfamiliar little tune.
"Today's a wonderful day, everything you wish for comes true~"
She bobbed her head as she hummed, her wings swaying gently to the beat, her silver breastplate reflecting a warm glow in the sunlight.
A Zhui followed diagonally behind her, holding back a smile.
Yan flew at the front, her long golden hair somewhat tousled by the strong winds at high altitude, an unrelenting irritation hanging over her brow.
"Leng, can't you fly any faster?"
Yan's voice came from ahead, carrying obvious impatience.
"At this rate, we might not reach the Super Soldier Company even by nightfall. And could you stop singing that lousy song? It's getting on my nerves!"
At that, Leng looked up at her, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Oh my, our Thunderclap War God certainly has her nose in everything today. You even have to police my singing?"
She abruptly accelerated, angling her wings to circle around beside Yan, and gave her a meaningful once-over.
"Or is someone eyeing another man while already having one, and still hasn't given up on Qin Feng?"
Yan's brows knitted sharply.
Seeing this, Leng did not stop. Instead, her smile grew wider.
"Come to think of it, they're both Galaxy Power, so why is the gap between them so enormous? Compared to Qin Feng, that Ge Xiaolun really is a hopeless case. You're the Left-Wing Guardian, so you should have good taste, right? How did you fall for someone so..."
"Have you said enough?"
Yan suddenly stopped.
She hovered among the clouds and turned to look at Leng, a rare chill churning in her golden eyes.
If Leng had not ambushed her, Zhi Xin would not have stayed behind alone.
Given what she knew of that scoundrel, Zhi Xin was surely suffering terribly now.
Meanwhile, far away in the Shadow Realm's laboratory, Zhi Xin suddenly sneezed.
She had her head buried in a pile of data tablets, and the energy model on the holographic screen was only half drawn. The sudden sneeze made her hand shake, nearly crashing the model.
She rubbed the tip of her nose, a trace of confusion flashing through her pale golden eyes.
"How strange. A body at my level shouldn't catch a cold..."
She tilted her head, unable to figure it out, and soon returned her attention to her research.
Looking at Yan bristling with anger, Leng not only showed no restraint but gave a derisive laugh.
"Oh, angry already? Looks like you still need to work on keeping your composure."
"You..."
"All right, all right!"
Seeing the tension between them mounting, A Zhui hurriedly spread her wings and slipped between them, stretching out her arms to hold each of them back, her voice carrying the helplessness of a peacemaker breaking up a fight.
"Sister Yan, Sister Leng, please stop arguing. Sno of the Styx Civilization suddenly showed up and released Soton this time. He must have been acting on Death God Karl's orders. This is serious. We need to finish our mission quickly and report to Queen Kaisa."
Hearing A Zhui's words, Leng folded her arms and gave Yan a sidelong look.
"See? See? Compared to a certain jealous Left-Wing Guardian, our A Zhui is much more levelheaded. The Styx Civilization has been plotting something this big in secret, and you still haven't reported it to Queen Kaisa. Instead, you're here thinking about men?"
"So childish."
Yan snorted coldly and said nothing more.
She turned and flew ahead on her own, considerably faster than before.
Leng and A Zhui exchanged a glance and hurried after her.
The three figures soon disappeared deep into the clouds.
Silence returned to the high skies.
About ten seconds later, Morgana's figure slowly emerged from a folded pocket of space.
She gazed thoughtfully in the direction Yan and the other two had gone.
"No wonder that bitch Karl suddenly hung up on me. So something went wrong on Sno's end."
She murmured, a glint of contemplation flashing through her dark purple eyes.
But what was the deal with that Qin Feng?
A second Galaxy Power?
Since when had the Super God Academy become so capable that they could even produce a second Galaxy Power?
Those old fellows hardly seemed wealthy!
Morgana tapped her fingertips twice at her side, her brows furrowing slightly.
The waters on Blue Star ran far deeper than she had expected.
But she had already reached the point of no return. Her most pressing priority was still to get her Demon Legion back on its feet.
Just as she was about to search in another direction for a target, a sharp rush of air suddenly came from behind her.
Morgana's pupils abruptly contracted, and her body instinctively darted sideways.
Clang!
The edge of a Flame Sword scraped across Morgana's metal wings, throwing up a shower of dark purple sparks.
Morgana spun halfway around in midair before steadying herself, her black wings snapping open as she slid back more than ten meters.
She narrowed her eyes and looked around. Amid the previously empty clouds surrounding her, three golden figures had already blocked every possible escape route.
Yan stood directly ahead with her Flame Sword raised, pale golden light flowing along its blade. Her long golden hair slowly settled in the wind, and her eyes were cold as frost.
Behind her, to either side, Leng and A Zhui each held a flanking position, their sword tips slightly lowered, ready to close in at any moment.
"You little bitches, didn't you just leave?"
Morgana's voice carried a trace of anger at having been played.
"Morgana, the stench of depravity on you is sickening even from far away. No matter how carefully you hide, you cannot escape an angel's discerning eyes."
At that, Morgana scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her, a languid smile hanging on her lips.
"Are you little bitches dogs? Your noses work so well. Besides, what I, the queen, give off is clearly a fragrance. It only lifts people's spirits. How could it make anyone sick? You little angels of this generation have all been led astray by that old woman Kaisa."
"Enough pointless talk."
Yan pointed her sword straight at Morgana's throat. "Morgana, today I'll get rid of you, the leader of the demons, for Queen Kaisa!"
Looking at her righteous expression, Morgana could not help throwing her head back and laughing.
"Little bitch, do you really think I'm afraid of you? If I weren't busy resurrecting the Demon Legion, the three of you would already have been corpses back there."
Though she spoke harshly, she had already secretly activated the Little Clock.
Streams of data raced through the depths of her consciousness, spatial coordinates being calculated through layers of encrypted algorithms. She needed an escape route.
She did not want to confront the angels head-on yet.
After all, her Demon Legion was still lying in their coffins and had yet to climb out.
Most importantly, that pervert Karl had not yet prepared Kaisa's grave.
However, before she could finish calculating her escape destination, A Zhui moved first.
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