"In the name of the gods…!"
One powerhouse's expression changed drastically, and even his voice went off-key.
"Run! Run now! That Holy Grail is a Primordial-grade treasure—we can't afford to provoke it!"
The more timid demi-sages had already begun turning to flee.
"What kind of secret art is this? How can it be so terrifying?!"
One powerhouse's heart trembled as he stared fearfully at the heaven-covering hand. His legs felt as though they had been filled with lead.
"It's over. We can't run… Space has been locked down by that cup!"
A powerhouse roared in despair, discovering that the surrounding space had been suppressed into something as solid as an iron plate.
Forget escaping— even the Strength inside their bodies was plummeting rapidly, falling all the way from the peak of demi-sage rank to supreme-grade, then to legendary-grade…
The Law ripples of the Voidbound Grail continued to spread, wave after wave, like an endless tide.
