One Person, One Race
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The angel figure that the gold flame had created gathered up a power that was indestructible. It looked as if it would only take one hit to destroy an entire galaxy. It could destroy the future.
Many powerful races were thinking that the Feathers were practically almighty.
If the race wasn't strong, then the lantern wouldn't unleash a power that was as brilliant as that. It represented the strength of that race. If it was strong, it'd go bright. It was weak, it'd go dim.
Creating a sword that could destroy the universe proved how strong the Feathers were.
Kong Fei faced the lantern, but his own face didn't change. He looked at the word Feather on the lantern, and reached out with his arm to strike it.
His arm was glowing. It was very bright. He didn't fall back, despite facing a race composed of a billion beings. His confidence was unwavering.