"I'm Cardboard Man, the superhero!"
"I'm White Bat Man, the superhero!"
Men and women, strong and weak, rushed out from all directions—some near, some far.
"Hmph, pathetic little ants trying to block my way." The giant waved his hand, sending a gust that blew the airplane into a nearby building.
At the critical moment, a golden blaze flashed in, shielding the airplane from the building.
A wild dragon roared within her as Jill Young braced against the massive airplane, enduring the tremendous force, blood streaming from the corner of her mouth.
But she was not alone.
Someone took off their glasses.
Someone put down their research report.
Someone snapped a button, opened their shirt, and revealed bulging muscles underneath.
Someone comforted his panicked red-haired wife, kissed her cheek, and then stood up resolutely.
"I am Captain Quirk, the superhero!"
"I am Green Shorts, the superhero!"
"I am Captain Muscle, the superhero!"
"I am Big White, the superhero!"
More and more people hurried over—some with powers that seemed insignificant, some who didn't even know each other, some with old grudges, and some who once trembled in fear before the Divine.
But in this moment, they roared together, risking everything, and charged toward the airplane.
"What a senseless farce. Let me tell you, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't change this dark world." The Divine floated overhead: "Your struggle amuses me, but I'm sorry—the harsh reality won't bend to your will!"
A fiery beam shot through the void, aiming directly at the airplane's fuel tank.
The Divine personally moved to blow up the airplane.