As everyone knew.
The immediate reason the demons had attacked the Black Prison was that an ancient tree in the Black Prison World had blossomed and borne fruit, and its fruit was of great help to Great Demons refining their bloodlines and Archwizards breaking through their shackles.
Though behind every immediate cause, there were always deeper reasons of one kind or another.
But at the moment, no one cared about such weighty matters.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the skies above the inner fortress.
Above the inner fortress, that shower of starlike streaks plunging across the sky had become the brightest, most dazzling focal point of the entire Black Prison Battlefield and the whole Black Prison World.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
A total of seven streaks of light, representing seven fruits, scattered in every direction. Faint yellow radiance was laced with threads of scarlet, speckling the streaks of light—the traces of sap the newly ripened fruits had carried away when leaving their mother tree. As they flashed away, the scent spread through the air, filling heaven and earth with an intoxicating fragrance and stirring everything into unrest.
"Mystic Yellow Fruits!"
"They're all mine!"
"Stop them!"
"The fruits belong to the school! Not a single one can be lost!"
"Mystic yellow is the color of the world, not the wizards' private preserve!"
"I want one too!"
Joy, rage, urgency, agitation, unease, greed—every kind of emotion churned above the battlefield. The worldly desires of the mortal realm blinded most demons' eyes and obscured the sight of many wizards as well.
Bang!
The president of Starry Sky Academy slammed a fist into the back of the white bear's head, smashing the Iceberg Captain, who had just leaped up, heavily back into the ground. The thunderous sound echoed across the battlefield