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In the sacred divine land, the sky above the battleground where Kyle and others clashed with the individuals from the dark side was getting brighter by the second because the dark energy in the atmosphere was slowly getting cleansed by the nature.

In the midst of the ruins, Wesley's exhausted figure drifted towards a nearby boulder where Ronan sat. After a long day, they had finally cleared all the dead bodies in the area. Right now, all they desired was to return to their planet to rest.

Ronan glanced at the old elf who sat down beside him and took out a flying ship from his mind space. In their current state, they definitely can't fly towards their planet.

They could draw a teleportation array, but they weren't proficient with arrays and knew it would take another day to finish it. So, it was better for them to use a flying ship.