"What terrifying battle fluctuations! It seems the Fallen Angel's presence has halted there!"
"Someone is fighting the Fallen Angel! My god, who dares to do that?!"
As Owen and the Fallen Angel clashed fiercely, many prodigies who had been huddling together to avoid the Fallen Angel quickly noticed the earth-shaking battle.
Especially when a black ring, nearly covering the entire capital, descended, their breaths became rapid, like they were being crushed under the weight of a mountain, making it difficult to move.
"Owen! It's Owen battling the Fallen Angel!"
Carlos's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, spotted Owen in front of the Fallen Angel from afar, and he couldn't help but exclaim.
Owen had already become the strongest among the younger generation in their eyes.
But the Fallen Angel's name was legendary, and even their elders, the renowned mages of the continent, were extremely wary of such beings.
