But then again, the Holy Hall is ultimately a secretive organization, probably not something that would just be made public like that.
In this way, the credit for rescuing Jiang Ming would have to be stolen by the Cyan Cloud Sect and the Disaster Strategy Bureau.
Sooner or later, I will take it all back.
She walked to the roadside, and the traffic gradually increased.
The purple magic power that once spread throughout the city from the Holy Hall has gradually dissipated, and the disaster beasts created by the magic power have completely melted away.
Now, a trace of filthy magic power remains in the city, and magical girls from the Disaster Strategy Bureau will soon clean it up everywhere.
She watched the magical girls from the Disaster Strategy Bureau, who were all exhausted but still working hard at cleaning, as she crossed the street.
She passed by the street where she used to live with her parents, taking a distant glance at the high-rise where her family used to reside.
