The surroundings were silent. Yu Mengzhou laughed helplessly, surprised at his sudden burst of power.
"I...what just happened?" he asked. "Something seemed to be broken?"
He raised his eyes and suddenly saw thick clouds gathering in the distant sky, with red lightning surging in it, as if an inverted volcano was brewing in it.
"What is that?" Yu Mengzhou pointed in surprise, "It seems to be moving towards us?"
Falke looked back, and the joyful light in his eyes flickered, then gradually extinguished, turning into another more common evil flame. He said in a deep voice: "Banshee, move immediately!"
The horses stood up and were ready for battle in an instant. Their manes were burning with fire, and they spewed out smoke with the smell of sulfur. Their ferocious sternums also expanded. They pawed the ground excitedly, making a rumbling roar.
Yu Mengzhou asked: "Isn't this too hasty?"
"The Banshees are the fastest forwards under Angra. They manipulate lightning and storms. As advance troops, they can cause great interference to us." The Blood Butcher explained hurriedly, "Before the cursed nails are removed, the Banshees are a rare race in the Demon Realm that can surpass the speed of the Demon Horses."
"Bring what you need!" cried the filthy tongue. "Besides the toolbox, what else?"
"Oh, this," Yu Mengzhou counted on his fingers urgently, "Medicine, gauze, food, drinking water, and a few changes of clothes, that's it!"
Jun Feng ran back and forth in the garden anxiously, and kept shouting: "Let me go and fight them, let me go, let me go!"
"You stay with the main force." Falke said, "Glorious Angel."
The demon horse raised its head when its name was called, its mane steaming violently and its eyes like two shining golden stars.
"Go and take back the sky that belongs to you," Falke ordered calmly, "buy us some time."
The mask of tranquility was broken, and the brilliant angel revealed an expression that was almost a grin.
It bared its fangs, and invisible wings of fire spread out from its back. The flames flowed like molten gold, and the devil horse leaped high into the sky, like a morning star returning to the sky. The dark clouds that had lingered for years also fled in fear of it, pouring heavy moonlight over the palace.
The wilderness was pitch black, except for the palace here, which was like a pool of water reflecting light, attracting countless prying eyes.
Holding the toolbox, Yu Mengzhou climbed onto Falke's back with ease, and grabbed the reins that he had learned to obey. When he thought about leaving the hot spring pool, he couldn't help but feel regretful: "It's a pity that I haven't stayed here until the second day..."
"Everything will be stable one day," Falke comforted him, "and that day is not far away. When we are all free again, it will be the time when Angra will pay the price."
"Could it be a message given to him by the weaver?" Yu Mengzhou asked.
Falke said briefly: "It's unlikely. He is the oldest among the demon lords, but this is not because he is powerful, but because he is good at seeking benefits and avoiding harm."
"He will never tell Angra or other lords that we are gradually breaking free from our restraints," Gao Er approached the leader and analyzed calmly, "Sitting back and enjoying the success is the Weaver's favorite trick. He is eager for us to fight and kill each other. Even if he can't be the last one to benefit, he will immediately attach himself to the winner."