Painting World

Kane's words still echoed over the plaza.

Then tens of thousands of citizens erupted in cheers, because the scroll in the sky was gradually expanding, covering the entire plaza.

The scene within the painting was precisely the scene below, as though they were looking into a mirror.

Suddenly, the residents felt the sky darken before it brightened again. The scroll in the sky had long since vanished.

In its place were two figures locked in battle midair.

One possessed vast, sharp Soul Power, while the other had no Soul Power fluctuations at all.

Yet the residents below seemed utterly unable to see them. In their minds, they only knew that the election was over and it was time to go home.

The tourists and merchants who had originally planned to leave today instead felt that staying one more day would not be bad.

Meanwhile, back in the club, as the three people who could only stare blankly pondered where the scroll had gone, they too noticed the sky darken and then brighten again.

Dongxi immediately felt that he should go home and should not linger here.

Guan Yue fell into thought, then Soul Power surged through him and he regained clarity.

Relying on his Spirituality, An Chen sensed that this was no longer the original place, so his perception had not been affected.

No, this probably isn't the original place. It's somewhat like another space, just like my Shadow Space.

An Chen looked around and came to a guess.

At this moment, Dongxi looked perfectly normal and said, "I'm going home."

After saying that, he turned and headed downstairs.

Guan Yue frowned slightly and looked at An Chen. "I seem to have sensed Modili's Soul Power aura. Something about this place seems different from before."

An Chen nodded. "I sensed