"Monster... Monster... This is a genuine monster!"
"Lord Dorilda! Was... killed..."
"No! This can't be true! Lord Dorilda!"
"The brilliance of Dawn Sun... the Angel incarnation was killed by an Evil Dragon... How could this happen!"
In mid-air, several priests who had cast divine skills and remained suspended, murmured to themselves, overwhelmed with grief, with many shedding tears on the spot.
They had even forgotten the recent explosion of the flying airship, and the sight of several companions dying in the blast, or screaming and falling to their deaths, staring blankly at the trench.
The pursued kin and black-cloaked individuals suddenly discovered that the radiant spirits pursuing them were all emitting light, slowly dissipating at this moment.
This made them feel surprised and doubtful in their hearts.
The black-cloaked man looked outside the city; the space was still pitch black where the piercing aurora beam had crossed.
