The gaze of several contractors all converged on the spear tip thrust out by that golden phantom, watching as the tip easily pierced the Planet Shield, targeting the center of the main cannon.
All high-level contractors from the Holy Paradise, they had witnessed the power of this move and could imagine the scene of the main cannon's energy exploding like fireworks after being pierced.
Even the intense explosion could tear apart the Star Ring responsible for supplying power below due to the accumulated energy within the main cannon…
Yet all their imaginations were halted by a small hand intercepting the spear tip and the voice pouring into their minds.
"I'm really sorry, but I can't allow you to destroy this."
The hand holding up the spear tip was delicate and exquisite, giving one the sense of perfect stance, as if it was the ultimate representation of Life.
Yet it was precisely this hand that nearly left them entranced that stopped such a terrifying strike.
