Zhou Ping'an once again suspended in mid-air, resembling a golden divine statue... Azure light blades surged like turbulent waves, spiraling around his body.
He looked around and noticed that, at this point, no soldiers were approaching him; the entire block was consumed by deathly silence.
Further away, the bustling crowds and the traffic had also come to a halt. Countless people screamed in disbelief, shouting chaotically, "Oh my God…"
Numerous eyes turned to him—most filled with terror, yet some, roughly over a hundred thousand, carried reverent awe. Wishful Heartforce surged into his Sea of Consciousness.
After I attacked this nation's fearsome figures with all my might, there are still people who harbor goodwill towards me, even offering their faith and incense prayers.
The citizens of this nation truly are peculiar.
Incense and prayer power, in truth, transcend borders and races.
Any spiritual beings, their Power of Wishes remain fundamentally the same.
