The scene temporarily fell into a stalemate, even Amon temporarily halted his attack. The three held their positions in mid-air, and at this moment, the city had been mostly destroyed. The remaining areas were teetering on the brink, truly becoming a small boat in the Void, struggling against its corrosion.
Those who survived felt a post-catastrophe relief; it was truly fortunate. Unless one reached world-class status, there was basically nothing to do but pray and depend on luck.
They finally got a temporary breather, all waiting for the final decision of the three above. After all, this was merely a temporary ceasefire; who knows, a disagreement could lead to another battle shortly, which cannot be predicted. It was very uncomfortable, especially since their fate wasn't in their own hands or control.
One might say they were almost like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, at the very least shocked; it is estimated their drive to pursue strength will be more urgent and fervent.
