At this moment, the Grass Hut Academy was filled with silhouettes everywhere.
With such a commotion outside, anyone who wasn't deaf could hear it.
With tremors like an earthquake, even the deepest sleepers would be instantly awakened.
The participants of the international exchange conference, having experienced various alien invasion incidents, were more alert than the average person, and most of them left their rooms immediately.
The Extraordinary Ones left the accommodation area, either asking others or using their abilities to try and detect what exactly was happening outside.
Otarovsky, holding a small bottle of vodka in his left hand, seemed to have just woken up. He had been using it to soothe his throat earlier. Waving towards Ma Ran with his right hand, he said, "Prophet!"
"Need a hand?"
