The other side.
Above the defensive line of the Angel Holy City, the golden barrier had shown over a hundred cracks.
Every time the Demonic Qi struck the barrier, the cracks would widen.
The fingers of the angel warriors standing on the city walls were white from gripping their weapons tightly, their wings trembling slightly.
This was not fear, but fatigue after continuous fighting.
This time, the Demon Race attacked relentlessly, giving them no chance to catch their breath.
By now, they had been battling for a day and a night!
Lanny stood at the highest point of the main city wall, her hands pressed against the cold white stone railing.
The cold wind lifted the golden hair by her temples, revealing her slightly pale profile.
She could hear the suppressed breathing of the angel warriors behind her and feel the gaze of a million citizens in the Holy City.
"Your Majesty."
A Totem Tier Eight angel stepped closer to Lanny.
This angel's face was full of exhaustion.
