"With Flash going all out at Lightspeed, he can definitely save quite a few people. But that only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."
Andrew let out a breath. Rescuing people at Lightspeed would certainly be efficient. The only problem was that Flash wasn't powerful enough—he could only save a few people at a time.
Andrew thought to himself, If Flash could fuse with Superman, that would be incredible. Uh, no, that wouldn't work either. If they save too many people, Flash's power won't be able to protect them. At that kind of speed, they might be torn apart outright.
Above Los Angeles, Uchiha Madara held the Flame Fan and shouted flamboyantly, "What a terrifying earthquake! Don't worry, I, Uchiha Madara, will save you all."
Uchiha Madara had expected cheers to erupt below, but everything beneath him remained quiet. Other than screams and cries for help, there was nothing else.
Uchiha Madara's face darkened. You couldn't ignore him just because he was a villain, could you? Did Madara not have any dignity?
In truth, this was perfectly normal. Lucifer and Lady Blood had vanished one after another earlier, and the public had been "played" twice. Their hearts had long since gone cold. On top of that, Uchiha Madara was a villain, which naturally gave everyone even less confidence.
It wasn't just Uchiha Madara whose face darkened; Lord of Chaos's face darkened as well. Hadn't Uchiha Madara died last time? Why had he appeared again? Could he be created infinitely?
"Uchiha Madara is a created life-form. Though he is a villain, in this world, he won't become enemies with his creator. In other words, we can't summon his past self."
Lord of Chaos had a headache. There definitely wouldn't be any Uchiha Madara in the other Parallel Spacetimes, since he