Two days later.
Several Flying Eagle Beasts reached the junction between north and south.
The warriors from the arriving army all had solemn expressions, looking at the black curtain that isolated the heavens and earth.
The entire world seemed to be divided by it, as if a world wall was blocking the way ahead.
"As expected, no matter how we detour, we can't enter the northern territory."
A skilled warrior said in a deep tone, sounding a bit worried.
Adams, who was leading the group, was silent for a moment, gripping his sword, the bright divine light gradually rising from his golden armor.
Clang!!
One slash divides heaven and earth.
A powerful strike close to a Lower Angel tore through everything, lashing out horizontally and hitting the endless black curtain.
Ripples began to oscillate, strands of black mist swirling in emergence.
Until the end.
