C1341 The Realm of Nothingness

The Phantomwind swords tilted sideways, revealing a warm light. The distorted wind condensed into a line and sliced through the air, screaming.

The Seventh Apostle, Grey, who was hiding behind the mystic arts, thought that she could protect herself well. However, the wound on her fair face became blurry.

"You actually dared to hit my face!" Seventh Apostle Grey was so angry that she trembled