Gripping the half-dead Karachi like an eagle clutching a chick, Baofeng effortlessly changed direction and flew toward the Allied Army's main camp.
The high-altitude winds rattled Karachi's armor, but the clanging sound held none of its former majesty—only misery.
In the distant sky, a bloody, baleful aura and blinding blades of light were still clashing fiercely.
That was Vice Commander Luke locked in a deadly battle with Radiant Blade Kade.
Their battle had long since reached a fever pitch, each clash accompanied by deafening roars and surges of raw energy.
Their Domains clashed with unparalleled power, making it impossible for ordinary Knights to even approach.
Just then, Luke caught a glimpse of Raylo returning from a distance, along with the familiar figure clutched in his mount's talons.
"Hahaha..."
A peal of thunderous laughter boomed out, overpowering the wind and thunder, and striking terror deep into the hearts of the routed soldiers below.
