Just as both parties engaged in combat, Lydia, piloting the fighter jet, had already soared above the clouds, with a distance exceeding five kilometers.
"My Lord, do we need to dispatch someone for pursuit?" Pope Alvis also hurried over, staring at the rapidly fleeing silver fighter jet in the far distance, his tone grave yet filled with anger as he asked.
"No, let's go back," the Holy Maiden shook her head.
With such speed, she feared no one but herself could catch up.
Moreover, she had just replaced her body not long ago and hadn't had the chance to adapt to it. If it were not for the ability to communicate and borrow the power of her true self within the Holy City, it might have taken her quite an effort to deal with Lynn's magical incarnation.
Besides, the Holy Maiden was more worried that this could be a trap, having been hit by nuclear explosion magic twice in succession, she had become cautious and careful.
