The moon had set in the west, and the east was beginning to pale.
In the woods not far from Green Tree City, the sounds of slaughter had merged into one continuous din, audible even from beside the city walls.
On the watchtower by the city gate, a soldier wearing simple half-armor gazed toward the battle, his eyes holding a trace of yearning—but far more worry.
When immortals fought, mortals suffered. Two churches were at war over there, and it was said that more than ten legendary powerhouses had arrived. If they truly fought themselves into a frenzy and their attacks strayed even slightly, the aftershocks could blast all the way to Green Tree City.
Of course, Green Tree City was protected by a magic array and might not suffer much damage. But if the magic array could not hold, he would definitely be among the first to suffer.
"Ah! What a headache!"
"What are you worrying about?" A friend below the watchtower heard his sigh and asked curiously, "Did you make your wife angry this morning, so there's no lunch for you at noon?"
"You're the one with no lunch!" the sentry snapped. "I'm worrying about what we'll do if, while they're fighting, some Sword Qi or spell comes crashing over here."
The sentry below the watchtower froze for a moment, thought it over, and said, "What's there to worry about? Even if something really comes over, the magic array will block it."
"What if the magic array can't block it?" the worried sentry asked. "If it can't, won't we be the first ones out of luck?"
"If it can't... then we'll just be out of luck." His friend smiled bitterly, but after thinking for a moment, his brow relaxed again. "Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of. How