Above the boundless firmament, the green Qilin surged like mist and gradually vanished into the night.
Only a mocking remark remained, echoing through the air like thunder.
"Rhein, your people have been manipulated, and you didn't even realize?"
Amid the rolling thunder, the King of Qing's power descended out of thin air and scattered into the wind.
For a brief moment, the entire Magic City's electronic devices restored their power supply; the neon lights once again illuminated the darkness, casting their glow onto the coral-like clouds, resembling a dim sea of stars.
Rhein silently stood on the rooftop of the Deep Space Headquarters, his golden heavy pupils devoid of any emotion.
The last words he spoke were not meant as negotiation.
It was because, regardless of the actions of the nine great saints of the Judgement Court now,
Their past achievements remained irrefutable.
They had once been heroes who saved the Human World.
They should not perish so easily.
