Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
The battle, akin to a clash of gods, continued to rage. Although Miya and the others had tried to draw the fight as high into the sky as possible, the sonic booms from each collision still wreaked havoc across every corner of the Earth.
Some weaker creatures even exploded from the high-frequency shockwaves, and many humans bled from their ears and noses, writhing in agony from the deafening noise.
A streak of light flashed, and Sora returned to the heights of Kouten, his face showing a trace of exhaustion.
"Master, Master, is the big sister okay?" As soon as he landed, Chiyo and the others rushed over. They were die-hard fans of Karasuba and had been worried sick when they saw Sora fly off in her direction earlier.
"She's still going crazy, but she's not dead yet!" Sora plopped down on the ground, answering with a hint of annoyance.
"Oh…" Hearing this, the girls breathed a sigh of relief. However, knowing their big sister's temperament and seeing the look of helplessness on their master's face, they wisely didn't press further.
"Don't worry, Sora. Even though she's usually fierce, Karasuba is a reliable companion. She'll be fine," Matsu said, her tone unusually gentle as she massaged Sora's head, unlike her usual playful self.
"Ha… She's always like this, never letting me have a moment of peace, that crazy woman!" Sora leaned his head between Matsu's ample bosom, letting her massage him as he closed his eyes to observe the ongoing battles.
This time, Sora decided not to bother with Karasuba anymore. That woman lived for battle—let her fight to her heart's content!
He shifted his focus to Miya, Yume, and Kazehana, carefully observing their respective battles.
Kazehana had it the easiest, barely sustaining any injuries. Every time her opponent attacked, she manipulated the wind to alter the trajectory of the attacks, and her speed advantage allowed her to narrowly dodge each one.
Moreover, whenever her opponent began to gather energy for another attack, Kazehana would launch a fierce counterattack, hurling massive tornadoes the size of kilometers at her enemy without hesitation.
From a bird's-eye view, it was clear that she had turned the entire atmosphere into chaos.
Though her face was pale and her energy was draining fast, seeing the even more battered state of her opponent, it was only a matter of time before she emerged victorious.
As for Yume, she was undoubtedly the one causing the most commotion.
Her fists rained down like a storm, each punch more powerful than any bomb on Earth. Occasionally, one would land on the ground, instantly obliterating a mountain a thousand meters tall!
Chasing her two opponents across the globe, she even shattered the massive spears with her bare fists, creating a scene so exaggerated it was beyond words.
Under Sora's watchful gaze, one of the Four-Winged Angels lagged behind while gathering energy and was promptly obliterated by Yume's punch.
Yume's situation't much of a concern either, so Sora finally turned his attention to Miya.
However, the moment he shifted his focus, his expression changed drastically, and he nearly jumped in fright!
Unbeknownst to him, Miya had already defeated two of the Four-Winged Angels and was now engaged in battle with the last one.
Possessing a sliver of intelligence, whether by accident or design, the final angel didn't aim its spear at Miya but instead hurled it toward a human nation below!
If Miya had seized this opportunity to attack, she would undoubtedly have secured victory.
But Miya was Miya. Even with her immense power, her heart remained kind. Faced with the choice between defeating her enemy and saving thousands of lives, she chose the latter without hesitation.
Transforming into a streak of light, Miya intercepted the spear.
At her peak, she could have easily shattered the void and deflected the attack effortlessly. But after a prolonged battle, her energy was severely depleted, and she could no longer do so.
Forcing herself to withstand the spear's impact, she altered its trajectory, sending it streaking across the sky like a meteor before it crashed into the ground!
BOOM!!!
A massive plume of black dust rose into the sky, and a thousand-meter-long chasm appeared on the land, as if it had been cleaved by a giant sword—a terrifying and grotesque sight.
Without a moment's delay or even a word to the others, Sora shot off like a bolt of lightning.
"You bastard, go to hell!!!" His eyes bloodshot, Sora's heart burned with fury as he saw the final Four-Winged Angel gathering energy for a finishing blow against Miya.
Forget about conserving strength—a thousand-meter-long thunder dragon descended from the heavens, engulfing the angel in a sea of lightning.
Without even a glance back, Sora rushed toward the chasm, finding Miya severely injured at its depths.
He poured his life energy into her without restraint, even though he knew she wasn't in mortal danger. His hands trembled uncontrollably.
He had been truly terrified…
"Cough… I'm sorry, Sora, for worrying you," Miya whispered, her hand gently caressing her husband's cheek, her purple eyes filled with remorse.
She knew her reckless decision had nearly broken the strong man before her.
Sora didn't respond, only holding Miya tightly in his arms, nuzzling her forehead like a child afraid of losing something precious.
Once Miya's injuries stabilized, Sora regained some composure and stopped transferring his life energy. He picked her up and, in a flash of light, returned to the heights of Kouten.
The violent impact had fractured multiple bones in Miya's body and damaged her internal organs. Though Sora's life energy had healed her somewhat, her face remained pale, and she was extremely weak.
Seeing Miya in such a state for the first time, the girls were stunned. In their eyes, Miya was an invincible queen. To see her so battered was unimaginable—what kind of brutal battle had she endured?
Miya, who usually cared for them like a big siste, held a place in their hearts that even Sora couldn't surpass in some ways. Their eyes burned with rage. If the enemy hadn't already been destroyed by Sora, these women, who could go just as wild, would have torn the heavens apart.
Leaving Miya in the care of the girls, Sora stared blankly at the massive rift still gaping in the sky. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his palms.
He knew, for the sake of this world and for the women he loved, this battle could not be lost!
As Sora stood lost in thought, it wasn't long before a streak of purple-red light landed on the ground—Kazehana, returning victorious.
Though she looked a bit disheveled, having had the easiest task among the four, she hadn't sustained any serious injuries, only suffering from severe exhaustion. A bit of rest would restore her.
Not long after, Yume also returned triumphant. Compared to Kazehana, she was in a much sorrier state.
Her clothes were reduced to mere scraps barely covering the essentials, her body covered in blackened wounds, and her hair a tangled mess. The moment she returned, she stumbled toward Sora with a dazed smile, seeking comfort in his arms.
Sora wiped the dirt from Yume's face and had Kochou fetch her a new set of clothes, restoring her to some semblance of her usual beauty.
Finally, only Karasuba remained unaccounted for. If it weren't for the occasional distant sounds of battle, one might have thought she had already perished.
Sora didn't bother to observe her fight. That crazy woman had her own pride and would never allow anyone to interfere in her battle or steal her prey—no one, not even him!
To avoid being distracted, Sora simply sat on the ground and waited. If she died, he'd just have to collect her body.
About an hour later, the loud noises ceased. Sora opened his eyes and saw the tattered, blood-soaked gray figure. A faint smile finally appeared on his lips.
He breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she wasn't dead, there would be plenty of time to discipline her later…
Of course, all of this was contingent on him surviving the upcoming battle.
Looking up at the sky, Sora saw the figure gradually taking shape. He knew his battle was finally about to begin.