A few minutes later, everyone in the venue except for the people from Huaxia was already too exhausted to even shout.
"Mr. Wu Zhao, that's enough, spare them. Earth's short-term stability still relies on their strength," Fang Jueyu said.
"Hmph!" Wu Zhao snorted. If it weren't for Fang Jueyu pleading for them, he would have already killed these people.
He withdrew his presence, and the illusions before the politicians and superpower users vanished instantly, leaving them in complete disarray, their sweat soaking through their suits.
Only now did they realize what kind of existence they were facing. They had dared to question someone like him earlier—utter madness!
"Do you believe my identity now?" Wu Zhao said coldly.
