Plum Guest formed a sealing gesture with both hands, and the blood on his chest burst into mist. The enormous thrust made Plum Guest's figure blast backwards, opening up a distance from the Eight-foot Bride.
Plum Guest looked incredulously at the Eight-foot Bride.
What the hell is this!
Is this a monster that humans can fight against?!
Just one contact, and I was seriously injured?!
Plum Guest knew there was no way he could defeat the guy in front of him who claimed to be Maitreya.
He must be the secret weapon of the Security Administration.
The appearance of such a secret weapon is definitely meant for killing, not capturing!
A huge sense of crisis surged in Plum Guest's heart, and he suddenly looked behind him.
There were two ordinary people in that Land Cruiser car.
The administrators of the Security Administration have one characteristic.
