Throughout, he crossed his arms, adopting an arrogant and condescending attitude.

But at that very moment...

Behind Pftes, a Qitian mech wielding a powerful staff came from afar.

When he saw Fates, he was clearly taken aback.

The hand holding the powerful baton, which was about to be thrown, froze.

"Ultraman? Pytter?"

Su Lingling suddenly felt a little lost.

When she turned her head, her gaze fell upon the headless corpse and its lifeless head.

This is……

Did they strike before I could?

Su Lingling glanced around.

The scene was one of utter devastation, with collapsed houses and smoke everywhere.

In this filthy and chaotic place, Fates was like a drop of milky correction fluid in the ink.

The art styles are different, and the sense of incongruity is very strong.

She didn't know if Fates was a hero or something else.

But what she did know was...

This Ultraman appeared alongside a monster.

However, this one appeared a little later.

It will only appear after the dust settles.

Fates didn't even turn his head to look at the pilot of the Qitian mech. With complex thoughts in his mind, Fates slowly took a few steps forward.

They arrived at the place where Wang Zhuoxi had been buried before.

The marks hadn't disappeared yet, and there was even a slight tremor.

Clearly, the people underground have not given up on survival.

Puntes shook his head slightly.

A flash of silver light suddenly appeared at his left foot.

Then, Pfeiffer took a step forward and stomped his left foot hard on the spot.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Wang Zhuoxi's Qitian mecha seemed to be pulled by some force, flying directly out of the soil.

"Bang!"

Wang Zhuoxi's Qitian Mecha no longer looks as majestic as before; it now resembles a large piece of junk.

Fates nodded slowly.

His body transformed into streaks of silver light.

The red and blue balls flew out of the color timer in the FIFA website and disappeared.