Then, countless ghostly apparitions with fierce eyes rushed forward, their sinister laughter piercingly chilling.
Just as the blood-red light and ghostly apparitions were about to collide.
Snap~
A crisp snapping sound exploded.
Instantly, an indescribable mighty power erupted, pale skeletal hands reached out from the void, and with a casual press, the blood-red light and ghostly apparitions were crushed into nothingness.
"Enough."
The figure on the central throne finally stood up. She wore a pure white robe, with no extraordinary aura, resembling the most ordinary woman.
"The destruction of the Divine Statue will not be in vain. Regardless of the reasons or causes, the Seven Great Alliances must pay the price for its destruction!"
"The happenings on the Ancestor Star will not be wasted, the Pope controls everything."
Her voice was calm and unremarkable.
"Including that 'gentleman'?"
