Some of the Legendary Saint Domains in Star Bridge Hall had already woken up, such as their dear Little Grey Wolf of a Principal. They seemed to be on the battlefield, but the "Sword Rain Pool" had just so happened to exclude them all; otherwise, they would have died long ago—not to mention how the torrential sword rain and splashing Wonders would have caught them in the crossfire, more importantly, the moment the war erupted, the Phantom Prophet had wanted to kill them and refine their souls. Faced with a Six-Winged Angel, they were nothing more than wartime resources the Phantom Prophet could exploit.
Although they could move freely, no one dared to move carelessly. They did not even dare open their eyes fully, only allowing themselves the thinnest slits, because if they saw too much, there was a high chance the spell ripples would stimulate their souls into spasms.
In the past, in 1669, perhaps there had never been such a dazzling war.
To the ordinary people of Gala City, although they could only see the sword radiance that severed the Weather of the sky, the inexplicable terror in their hearts was enough to make them take every kind of transportation and flee the capital of Multistar, no matter how the Throne Hall tried to reassure the public. When the colors of violent spells grew dense to a certain degree, even ordinary people who had never entered the Void Realm would be affected, just like a child who had grown up in a city being suddenly thrown into the wild mountains. Even if he did not know there were fierce beasts and venomous snakes hidden around him, he would still flee by instinct.
To the Evil Artificers, it was as if they were clashing with tens of thousands of