The Red Earth Road had been split cleanly in two down the middle, leaving a massive chasm a hundred meters across and an artificially created passage through which ships could sail.
The Celestial Dragons were terrified out of their wits; several had even died of fright. A gaze suddenly emerged from the Flower Room, but no matter how it searched, it could not find—
Any suspicious figures on the Red Line Continent. Milim had already left after swinging that sword.
After failing to find any suspicious figures, that enormous gaze vanished once more, and the Five Elders emerged from the conference room.
Seeing the devastation of the Holy Land, the Five Elders' expressions all turned grim, with a trace of fear of death in their eyes.
When the attack had appeared, they should have come out immediately to stop the force assaulting the Holy Land. But the longer one lived, the more sensitive one became to death.
The five of them had originally intended to block the attack, but their bodies instinctively stiffened as a primal fear of death enveloped them.
That was why they had delayed coming out, only leaving the conference room after the attack had completely vanished.
Figarland Garling of the Divine Knights held a severed arm in his hand, his mouth agape and eyes wide with disbelief.
The severed arm belonged to the Masked Man, also of the Divine Knights. By all rights, the Masked Man possessed an Immortal Body; even if he were chopped into pieces, he should have been able to revive.
Yet Figarland Garling could feel that the severed arm in his hand had truly lost all vitality. Even after waiting this long, there was not the slightest sign of it healing!
The sensation of death that his body had felt was real.