Span slew Boyle, then flipped through the air and landed.
Her gauze skirt and silver hair streamed sideways in the wind.
The Light Sword pointed diagonally at the ground.
Blood from the wound in her abdomen spread along her gauze skirt like winding crimson vines.
The outline of her perfect figure was faintly visible beneath the gauze.
The sight carried a tragic beauty, a heroic grandeur, and a sacred aura that none dared profane.
The Maya residents nearby were all entranced.
It was also at that instant.
Everyone slightly turned their heads, their gazes passing beyond Span's back.
They saw the man in a white shirt, with slightly long hair and purple light flickering in his right eye.
He stood with his hands behind his back, looking even more solemn.
Span and Liu Di stood one before the other, their bearing peerless, as though they had claimed all the beauty in the world.
Grandpa Luo Bao's pupils trembled imperceptibly, and his eyes widened further.
He.
Was seven-dimensional.
This man from Earth was actually seven-dimensional.
Little Luo Bao stood beside Liu Di, his mouth hanging open as he looked at the Paradox Handguns in his hands, then raised his head to look at Liu Di.
The Space Maya Civilization, hundreds of thousands strong, slowly approached and formed a semicircle around Liu Di and Span.
They extended one arm and pressed a hand to their chests, then leaned forward at a forty-five-degree angle.
"Thank you, Void Warrior Span, for protecting our homeland."
"Thank you, our fellow compatriot from Earth, for saving us from peril."
"The 230,000 Mayan descendants of the Space Maya Civilization offer you both our simplest and deepest respect!"
They condensed all their gratitude into those few words, yet their eyes were incomparably devout.
Beneath the statue of Maya King