"Boom!"
A silver blade of light flashed past. More than a dozen tentacles coiling through the air seemed to have been severed by an invisible blade, flying far from the Old God's body before finally crashing to the ground. They writhed as though trying to return to chaos, but the Silver Light pulsing at their severed ends kept them from rejoining the main body.
The fierce battle had never stopped, but now it was moving in the best possible direction.
Led by the Order Angel, the Silver Light fully illuminated a third of the prison's sky for the first time. Within the silver aura, the chaos permeating the prison was suppressed to its lowest level. Freya and Ysera seized this moment to heal everyone's wounds as much as possible. The silver angel's Wings of Light flashed constantly overhead, his speed pushed to its limit. It was as though the entire sky were filled with silver edges, and every flash inevitably left another wound on the Old God's body.
Yogg-Saron's magical shield had already been broken. Against such incredibly fast attacks, its enormous body had become a true burden instead. Its almost endless black tentacles flashed constantly through the air, trying to intercept the leaping silver light, yet they could never make that streak of light truly stop in space. Like a clumsy warrior facing a swiftly attacking rogue, it could only parry, with no strength to strike back.
The Order Angel alone had drawn most of Yogg-Saron's attention.
"Seize this chance! Attack its main body!"
Malygos raised his crystallized head and blasted apart the forest of tentacles before him with a breath of arcane power. Heimdall led the charge, leaping through the blasted opening to the edge of Yogg-Saron's pool. Golden Rage surged over his entire body, sending the Spirit