The Death Goddess's black robes stirred without wind, reflecting her fury.
"Bastard!"
The old man of Reality Law's expression darkened, and pale golden light blazed around him.
He was about to forcibly alter Destruction's large-scale casting.
In the unseen realm,
a young girl's cry, tinged with tears, rang out in everyone's hearts:
"Ah! I'm going to die, die, die—!"
At that critical moment—
A streak of sword light.
A streak of sword light that appeared to drift slowly.
Without any warning, it appeared directly in everyone's field of vision.
It seemed as though it had not flown there at all,
but had always been meant to be there.
Following behind that sword light,
a voice that had haunted everyone's dreams, carrying a hint of irritation,
echoed through the valley:
"Are you not done yet—"
The instant the voice rang out:
"Sir?!"
Wanda abruptly covered her mouth, tears surging forth.
Her body shook violently with emotion, and she could barely remain standing.
"Boss???!!!"
Alisha's scream tore through the air.
Her eyes widened,
and she stared fixedly at the empty space from which the sword light had emerged,
as if she wanted to see through that very space.
"Destiny?!"
"Silver Duke?!"
"Commander?!"
"Holy ****!"
Every Avenger and member of the Galaxy Guard Corps
stood as though struck by a petrification spell.
Their expressions froze somewhere between shock and disbelief,
their minds completely blank.
Meanwhile,
Zhen Chou, the military general who had excitedly run out of the tomb while dragging along a bleary-eyed "zombie" dressed in tattered imperial robes,
froze the moment he saw that dim gray sword light and heard the voice.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he had neither seen nor heard wrong.
The next second—
"Holy crap!!"
Zhen Chou's imposing military-general persona shattered instantly.
Like a teenage fan