"My lord, only the two of us are left of the Angel Clan. To regain the glory of our past, we need a very long time, but I'm afraid, time is exactly what we lack right now..." Zhuo Wen gritted his teeth and said;
"Oh, isn't time quite abundant for us?" Doranto's mouth curled into a smile, and he said with a light laugh;
"My lord, throughout the Main World now, there have emerged many black pyramid fortresses from Abyssal Hell. Before long, I fear the gateway to Abyssal Hell will open..." Zhuo Wen said;
"What, how could this be?" The eight-winged Illusion Angel Doranto, seemingly clueless about this news, abruptly stood up, flapped his wings, and shot into the sky like an arrow, leaping down from Sky City and began patrolling the skies like lightning;
