Arguments and quarrels never ceased for a moment in the lull after the disaster.
Nations argued with nations, people with people. Faced with the monsters that had suddenly appeared, people with differing opinions and interests all made their voices heard. None of it did a damn bit of good.
The Chosen Children were arguing when a clear, ringing sword note suddenly sounded. Everyone turned to look. Zheng Fan's weapon, the Night Dawn Sword, was hovering horizontally before him. Was he about to fight? No. Thinking back carefully, they realized the Night Dawn Sword had been absent from his side from the very beginning.
"Master, all the Digimon in the surrounding area have been cleared out." A metallic voice rang out from the Night Dawn Sword. It was not grating, however, but deep and resonant.
"Wait, what do you mean by cleared out? What about the Dark Towers? And what do you mean by the surrounding area?" Miyako suddenly rushed forward and asked.
"The Night Dawn Sword can move freely within two thousand li of me. All the Digimon and Dark Towers within that range have been dealt with. But there are still many Digimon on Earth. I told you I would take responsibility for this," Zheng Fan replied.
"Did you kill those Digimon?"
"Yes." Zheng Fan paused before finally answering. That was precisely why he had not brought Calumon along this time.
"How could you?" Miyako murmured. All her spirit seemed to drain away in an instant. Pointing at Zheng Fan in despair, she demanded, "It was your mistake that brought these Digimon to Earth in the first place. They weren't evil Digimon, just people who had lost their way. They weren't our enemies. Why did you have to kill them?"
"It was the quickest way to cut through the