Just as that thought crossed his mind, Zhuang Fan spoke: "Fall!"
The man tripped over flat ground and landed sprawled on his back, utterly stunned.
The Superpower Persons watching at the Southwest Market froze in place. Some instinctively took two steps forward, wanting to help.
"Come on, let's help the God of Light."
"These people are powerful, but we have the numbers!"
"If we help the Divine Lord now, he'll remember us and protect our lives in the future."
That was right. The Special Affairs Office was powerful, but they had more people.
Some had already remembered the Special Affairs Office, but they had never fought them. Two years had passed, and their initial impressions had faded.
As far as they remembered, the God of Light and his team were the strongest.
The God of Light might be at a disadvantage now, but that was because he had only brought a small fraction of his people out. Plenty more of his followers were still in the castle.
Besides, with the God of Light here, even if they were injured, they could recover immediately.
They had only just lifted their feet-
Behind the long convoy, SWAT officers jumped out of vehicle after vehicle, wearing tactical uniforms and carrying guns, grenades, and other weapons. Nearly five hundred of them advanced in perfect formation, radiating a chilling, overwhelming pressure.
Their footsteps drew closer as they approached.
The Southwest Superpower Persons: "..."
"Let's wait and see. The God of Light's other followers should come help."
"They are from the government, after all."
"Exactly. All this fighting and killing is terrible. Peace matters more. I love peace."
They quietly pulled back the feet they had just stepped forward with, looking at the sky, the ground, and the distance-anywhere but at their Divine Lord.