The angels all turned their gazes toward the battlefield of the multiverse.
Metatron was not dead. He was undoubtedly closely connected to the mastermind behind the scenes.
If they could capture him, perhaps they could pry open a gap.
The angel Azrael nodded, then turned and charged toward the battlefield.
On the battlefield, Metatron was fighting one against three. Facing Gabriel, Sariel, and Raguel at the same time, he still held the upper hand!
Yet in the next instant, he seemed to receive some hidden message. The flames within his golden eyes suddenly condensed.
He transformed into billions of figures and swept his spear across the three archangels. Countless clones descended like a torrential rain.
Rumble—!
A thunderous explosion shook heaven and earth.
Gabriel barely managed to block the attack and wanted to pursue, only to discover that Metatron had already vanished without a trace.
