Nightmare Hand clapped lightly, and the Federation army immediately parted to both sides. Four tall figures clad in white general uniforms slowly emerged from the end of the crowd.
The blood moon cast long shadows over them. On the shoulders of their white general uniforms, five dark golden stars gleamed with mysterious light.
Five-Star Grand Generals!!
"How dare you desecrate our predecessors! Die!" White Tiger, the most hot-tempered among them, suddenly drew his blade and slashed toward Nightmare Hand atop the Federation building.
A massive blood-red slash shot into the sky like a rising blood moon.
"Young man, be patient."
A deep, majestic voice rang out.
The void suddenly rippled strangely. That blood moon slash fell into the void like a clay ox entering the sea, vanishing without a trace.
White Tiger's expression changed as he stared fixedly at the tall man whose chest bore an embroidered White Tiger pattern.
He stood like a mountain, his broad saber planted before him. Both hands rested atop its hilt, and he exuded an imposing authority without anger.
"Zenith of Space. Day White Tiger!" the current White Tiger said solemnly, speaking a name buried in history.
The ultimate master of space, the first-generation White Tiger Grand General!
"Why waste words on people from a dream? Kill Nightmare Hand at once!" the current Black Tortoise roared. The moment he raised his hand—
[Heaven-Hanging Eyes]!
The void above Black Tortoise's head tore apart, and a pair of enormous eyes slowly opened.
An invisible crushing pressure poured down, instantly pinning him in place.
"What!?" Black Tortoise looked in horror at the middle-aged man in the distance, who was casually rolling walnuts in his hand.
"The younger generation these days truly has no manners." The first-generation Black Tortoise lazily lifted his eyes.
Zenith of Suppression. Firm Black