Holy Land? Too far away!
Sword barrier? Shake before casting!
Virtual wing flight interception? It's too late!
Asia Xiu had many ideas in a flash, but none of them could catch up with the speed of the sniper bullet. In the gap between his thoughts, the picture of Vichy's broken wings by mysterious chains came to his mind, and Vichy's voice sounded in his ear, "She is just a phantom..."
She is just a phantom
I'm just an imaginary miss
The quietly flowing magic power is running violently, the transparent Holy Land is spreading rapidly, and the fully armed magicians want to fight against the mysterious fate