Chapter 525: They

Nobody remembered until now; everyone hurriedly looked outside.

The original dragon clan was already at a disadvantage, with numerous airships and sorcerers launching attacks against the dragons, while Hayden and the Ladder merely held back.

Now that Hayden had shifted due to Ang and the others' arrival, the dragons' situation hadn't improved—in fact, their morale plummeted, because from their perspective, another Ladder had appeared in the void.

Although the newly arrived airship hadn't launched any airships into battle, there was no doubt it was the Sorcerer's Ladder—an enemy reinforcement.

Already at a disadvantage, now with enemy reinforcements arriving, morale collapsed; several dragons involuntarily turned and fled deep into the void.

This was an extremely foolish move; the void was vast, boundless, and getting lost in it could mean never finding a foothold again, starving to death alive.

Dragons weren't as resilient as undead creatures, but even undead dared not get lost in the void, for here there was no soul energy—no matter how many centuries or millennia passed, undead would still perish.

Dragons couldn't last months; they'd starve quickly. They were clearly panicked and desperate, unless they knew the terrain and were aware of nearby footholds, or clung to Jiaoxing hopes of hiding for a while until the Sorcerer Alliance left.

"These guys are kinda weak," Negrilis peered around, saying. Since the battle didn't need him, he naturally projected onto Ang's body to watch, gesturing wildly.

In the void, only soul communication worked, and the range of communication actually increased.

Anthony tapped his papal staff, and a solemn spectral figure rose from his body, enveloping him as he sped forward, replying:

"Because there are no elements here, those magic-type dragons have little combat power—they can only rely on fangs and claws. But silver dragons, for example, rely on wind elements for speed; without wind, their speed can't increase. Only ancient dragons and black dragons have full combat capability—but here…"

Everyone carefully searched but found no black dragons or ancient dragons; a swarm of magic-type blue, green, and red dragons flailed their fangs and claws helplessly, chased like chickens and dogs by the Sorcerer Alliance's airships.

The Sorcerer Alliance also assumed the newcomer was reinforcement; they saw a Sorcerer's Ladder approach Hayden from afar, then Hayden vanished—they naturally assumed Hayden had gone to greet old friends, not that he'd been killed.

So now, when a horde of angels and dragon revenants burst out from the newly arrived Ladder, everyone was stunned.

A flash of light, and Feti appeared on the deck of an airship; the armed sorcerers on deck stared at him in shock.

"Hello there," Feti waved his hand high in greeting.

"Pur… purplish-gold skeleton? That's not the… the… Revenant Lord?!" one armed sorcerer stammered.

Feti nodded: "Correct." His raised hand slashed down; his body plunged violently downward like a cannonball, smashing straight through the airship.

The armed sorcerers barely managed to shield themselves before being blasted away by the powerful impact, scattering with the shattered airship.

No need to kill anyone—in this void, destroying their airships was equivalent to capturing an entire crew of sorcerers; now they just waited to clean up the battlefield.

The little angel raised the Archangel's Staff, her wings blazing with light, propelling her swiftly toward the enemy, then both hands raised to…

Before she could unleash Holy Radiance, Ang had already tapped her on the head: "Ow!"

"Ugh—ow!" The little angel pouted, reluctantly switching tactics; the tip of the Archangel's Staff glowed brighter and brighter, then shot out a ball of light that struck the shield of one airship and exploded violently.

As a battle angel, the little angel's combat skills were extremely refined—etched into her Holy Heart, then devoured by her, just like dragon bloodline inheritance.

But this thing loved to open with her biggest move, burning half her power with Holy Radiance, wasting most of her combat potential.

The little zombie summoned Soul Armor but didn't advance; instead, she stayed close beside the little angel, ready at all times to block attacks for her.

Silba transformed into a black dragon and lunged forward; his appearance greatly boosted the dragon clan's morale: "Black dragon?! That's Black Dragon Darhan! Wasn't he petrified by the Undead Sovereign? How is he here?"

Though the reason was unclear, the black dragon was clearly here to help them—no doubt about it. The dragon clan's morale surged immediately.

Du Du Luo Ken removed his hat and pulled out Yigege metal spheres from inside.

Once released, the metal spheres accelerated faster and faster, rolling forward continuously, as if a tiny hamster were running inside them.

As their speed kept increasing, once sufficient velocity was accumulated, the metal spheres turned and shot toward the airships.

Upon high-speed impact with the airship shields, the spheres instantly shattered into countless fragments, rolling across the entire shield surface—then, with a sharp crackle, the shield shattered.

"Huh? What's the principle behind this?" Negrilis asked, astonished by the sight.

"Elemental decomposition, heh. Thanks to the Lord having so many World Tree branches, this substance with strong decomposition properties made this theoretical shield-killer possible. I call it 'Shield Crusher.' How's that?" Du Du Luo Ken said.

As if hearing someone mention him, the God of Life drowsily surfaced, then recoiled in shock at the pitch-black void: "So desolate… not a trace of life."

With shields gone, destroying the airships became far easier—even arrows could now pierce directly at sorcerers on deck.

But the real results depended on Ang; Ang drew Thunder Spear and hurled it with all his strength.

The distant airship never even realized what struck it—it exploded into fragments, scattering wildly.

Thunder Spear slowly reformed, then was hurled again; one airship after another exploded into fragments.

The distant Sorcerer's Ladder finally realized the situation was irrecoverable; coupled with Hayden's prolonged absence, they likely realized he was almost certainly dead. They abandoned the front-line airships and ships, turning abruptly and fleeing deep into the void.

Feti was about to pursue, but Anthony called out: "Don't chase. If you kill them all, who'll carry the news back?"

"Huh? Carry news? Shouldn't we kill them all to prevent leaks? They saw Feti fighting alongside the Archangel!" Negrilis asked, confused.