As he spoke, Grayson's branches, glowing with a dense white light, swiftly swung forward, instantly reaching the twisted space that covered the outskirts of the group.
Tens of thousands of branches, big and small, were just engulfed by the twisted space and immediately dispersed by the endless forces of virtuality.
"Huff— huff—"
The branches began to slow down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the white light on the branches also dimmed.
They didn't even touch the defense barrier at the end of the twisted space and already had no strength to move forward.
"How is this possible?" Grayson's heart chilled.
To it, the fact that even its full-force attack couldn't approach the enemy was utterly incomprehensible.
"Actually, it's not reckless either."
