Just as the Six-winged Angel of Death teleported behind Lightning once more, its long sword poised to strike.
"OMMM…"
An invisible ripple spread out with Coal Ball at its center.
Lightning and Raylo's figures instantly turned illusory, then vanished.
The Angel of Death's fatal strike hit nothing but air.
Several kilometers away, space twisted, and Lightning's figure staggered into view, continuing to fly forward without looking back.
'Space Magic?'
A flicker of emotion crossed the Six-winged Angel of Death's face, which quickly morphed into an even deeper, colder killing intent.
'Let's see how many times you can travel through space!'
He once again transformed into a streak of white light and gave chase at an even greater speed.
The wind was damp, carrying a cloying, nauseating stench of rotting vegetation and earth that assaulted the nostrils.
Raylo lay flat on Lightning's broad back, his body rising and falling gently with every flap of the Giant Dragon's wings.
