Shen Feng's Silicon-Based Brain was running at full speed, spreading thought waves across the entire plaza and enveloping the colossal war armor, the Golden Mad King, standing nearby.
He had even put on a helmet forged from Sacrificial Stone metal, amplifying his brainwaves to the fullest extent.
The moment they saw Shen Feng, everyone present froze as if struck by lightning, utterly unable to believe their eyes.
Everyone on the main island of the Cordillera Islands had seen the footage of the Savior's death, and it was because of that that they had lost hope.
Yet the black-haired youth standing before them now was unmistakably the Savior!
The commander of the Salvation Army whom they had believed dead!
"Impossible... You're already dead! You're fake! Fake!" Dormammu, the Purification Church's envoy, shouted in panic, pointing at Shen Feng.
Beside Dormammu, Charlotte, the former chairman of the Western Minstrel Council, was equally stunned. His eyes went wide as he staggered several steps backward, nearly falling from the raised platform, muttering:
"Impossible... It really is... It really is the Savior... It's you... It's you!?"
In the next instant, his knees buckled and he dropped to the ground. Two streams of tears ran from the corners of his eyes as his entire body trembled, and he nearly fainted.
It was not just Charlotte. The hundred thousand or so people present all cried out in shock. Their gasps swept through the area like a gale, and many women even screamed and fainted on the spot. The others babbled incoherently, unable to believe what they were seeing:
"Savior above! This is... it's the Savior!?"
"The commander has returned?! Long live the commander! The commander has returned!"
"I'm not dreaming, am I!? If this is a dream, please let me never wake up!"
"Wah... Savior! Commander! You