If what the black-winged girl's voice brought to the crystal-dressed warriors under war flags was powerless panic, then at this moment, they didn't panic at all, because their hearts and consciousness have been filled with cold, sharp swords.
Those swords existed everywhere and came out of thin air.
They were outside people's bodies and inside people's hearts. There was no way to escape from them, and no way to dodge them.
The grey shadow raised his head in surprise and looked at the long sword swinging down in the sky. There was also a sword in his eyes, and no matter how he "wiped" it, the sword always existed.
That was the power of zero-dimensional direct penetration into one's consciousness; no matter who you were, as long as you were inside the Sword Creation Field, you would have a sword in your heart.