Chapter 6

Can an angel who is nearly two and a half meters tall still be called a cute angel girl? Her age might already be in the hundreds. Even if she is beautiful and polite, at the very least, she should be called Aunt Angel.

This is the disadvantage of being human: it's almost impossible to completely focus. Even with a devil hot on his heels, Zhao Mai's mind still wandered. He leaned forward, pressing his human face close to the windshield so the angel could get a good look. If she thought he was with the devils, that would be disastrous.

The angel stood up straight, tilting her head as if staring directly at the speeding car. Since a veil of light always obscured her features, Zhao Mai couldn't be sure what she was planning. In about ten seconds, the car would reach the angel, and the devils would arrive no more than three seconds later. But the angel lowered her weapon and began rubbing her hands together in front of her chest.

She was rubbing her hands, not some soft, round objects. Anyone with a bit of common sense—assuming this is common sense—would know the angel was casting a spell. Zhao Mai sincerely hoped the spell would kill the devils or at least knock them away.

A two-meter-wide circular halo appeared in the direction the car was heading. The halo projected a scene completely different from the City in the Clouds. Lush forests covered rolling hills, birds chirped and flew above the treetops, and a joyful stream tumbled over smooth pebbles, its white waves splashing. A white unicorn was drinking by the river, and upon sensing the magical disturbance, it looked up curiously with its deep blue eyes.

Judging by the effect, this was definitely a teleportation spell, and a high-level one at that, possibly a portal to another world. The other side looked much safer, a good place to avoid the conflict. But then again, what could he gain in a forest? Zhao Mai still wanted to make a lot of money to treat his father. He gritted his teeth, knowing that no gain comes without effort. He could hold on a bit longer, just a bit more!

He turned the steering wheel, angling the car so it was no longer directly facing the teleportation halo but still moving toward the angel. He decided to stay a bit longer but wasn't foolish enough to fight the devils head-on. As long as he found the angel to protect him, his goal would be achieved.

Aunt Angel clearly didn't expect this. She froze, not noticing the black smoke suddenly bursting from behind her. A devil leaped out of the smoke, its flaming scimitar slicing a vicious arc, slashing down diagonally from the angel's shoulder. Two white wings, each carrying a large chunk of flesh, separated from her body. The angel cried out in pain, her head thrown back, and she knelt on both knees.

The portal began to wobble, flashing and trembling continuously, the scenery inside swirling like a vortex. Now two devils were after Zhao Mai, and there were no other angels around to save him. Once surrounded, it was only a matter of time before the devils overturned the car. If they were interested in this indestructible thing, they might even carry it away.

Zhao Mai had few options left. He stomped on the gas, readjusted the direction, and shouted, "Damn it! I have to take a chance!"

The car plunged into the teleportation halo, leaving behind a classic villain's line in the City in the Clouds: "I'll be back..."

The devils tried to rush into the portal, but with Aunt Angel's death, the magic sustaining it dissipated. The two devils exchanged glances, knowing they couldn't catch the strange car, and raised their weapons to charge at more angels.

The war in the City in the Clouds lasted for three months, and only the devils knew the final outcome. Similar battles were taking place in many other cities in the clouds, with devils and demons joining forces to fight the angels who had grown tired of protecting humans. The impact of these battles would gradually become apparent.

Zhao Mai plunged into the portal and was enveloped by a temporal vortex. If not for the indestructible car protecting him, he would have been torn into atomic fragments and eternally drifted in the endless spatial rift.

His phone's navigation couldn't show his location, only the direction arrow kept spinning, which had no effect on Zhao Mai in the car. He watched the scenery around him, assuming this was normal for a teleportation portal.

Perhaps the spatial rift reacted to something it couldn't digest. After chewing for ten minutes, it spat him out. Zhao Mai saw mountains and lush forests, but not from the ground. He was at an altitude of two kilometers.

"I should have brought a plane!" He had experience now; stomping on the brake kept the car stable in the air, preventing it from spinning. Since the car couldn't be damaged, Zhao Mai had the presence of mind to look down.

What he saw made him jump. Below the car, the lake water mirrored the valley. If he fell, he would definitely land in the lake. Did the car have a diving function? Would the engine still work if submerged? Zhao Mai didn't dare experiment at this moment; what if it didn't work?

In this situation, conventional thinking wouldn't save him. The only solution was to use his imagination. Years of playing with a group of fantasy enthusiasts had trained his mind differently. Zhao Mai looked at the shape of the lake, thought for two seconds, and then pressed the button to open the driver's side and the right rear passenger windows.

A strong gust of wind rushed in, making his face ripple. Zhao Mai struggled to breathe, his lips flapping uncontrollably, and saliva flew everywhere. If it were a regular car, it would have started rolling or plummeted headfirst. So Zhao Mai kept his foot on the brake, maintaining the car's maximum drag position with all four wheels down.

The rushing air formed a channel, like an invisible cable, pulling the car to the right rear. Although this movement was much slower than gliding, it allowed the car to gradually approach the lake shore. Zhao Mai gritted his teeth and extended his arm out the window. Though immediately blown against the car door by the wind, it acted like a sail, helping to steer.

The whole process, though complex, took only about three minutes. With a loud thud, Zhao Mai landed. Warm liquid exploded, splattering his face, no less painful than a punch to the nose. Dizzy and disoriented, he quickly rolled up the windows.

The car finally became fully enclosed, and Zhao Mai breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped his face, but the substance on his hand wasn't water. Looking at the sticky, blood-red liquid with two scales mixed in, Zhao Mai was stunned.

What did I land on?!

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