This was plain to see—anyone could sense the difference!
After all, the basic requirement for the Divine Power wrought by Shen Yu through the Gray Mist was to make people feel a power far beyond ordinary divine might.
Without this, it would not be enough to give anyone the confidence to oppose the Divine Spirits.
"I've already said it," Wizard Shen Yu looked at Aivlette, "That is the Divine Spirit from my soul's homeland."
"The homeland of your soul…" Aivlette completely understood. There was an irrepressible joy in her eyes as she cupped Wizard Shen Yu's hand. "Those deities, those great Divinities, are willing to help us?"
"They're not helping us." Wizard Shen Yu shook his head, letting out a gentle sigh. "They can only help me."
Aivlette was stunned.
