Soaring high into the sky,
Medanzo suddenly rose into the air, floating above: "Actually, I have nothing against you, but since my employer wants you dead, you must die. However, to speak the truth, the Federation has really declined over the years, even allowing any Tom, Dick, or Harry to become a Holy Officer. You are truly too weak. Compared to my old friend, you need to train for another ten thousand years."
His white hair fluttered lightly.
The hoodie also swirled in the wind.
He gently lifted his right hand, his fingers slightly curved.
This was his signature beginning pose.
At this moment, the highest-level life disaster warning sounded in the sky.
Although no fluctuations of Dark Matter were detected,
since it was Medanzo making a move, the alarm had to be sounded.
After all, his destructive power was comparable to that of a deity.
"Medanzo, Your Excellency, please cease at once!"
Old Secretary Zhou's stern voice echoed across the sky.
