"It nullified my powers?" the man's eyes widened.
He wasn't too worried about Null's attack, but what made his mood a little sullen was what would happen next.
He swayed slightly, then began to fall—his flying magic had also been nullified with all the others.
Countless purple meteors rained down toward his falling figure, ready to obliterate him.
Neither Godlyreader nor the woman below did anything. She even had a playful smile on her face.
"That's not enough to stop him."
The falling middle aged man suddenly smiled darkly.
He said, in a low and deep commanding tone:
"Winds, obey me."
Instantly, the raging winds around him stilled. His figure halted in the sky as he regained an upright posture.
He looked up at the descending meteorites, stretched out his hand forward—and clenched it tightly.
"Winds, constrict!"
The winds obeyed—coiling tightly around the countless meteors—and then, every single one exploded.
The man laughed, he looked up at Null darkly and spoke in a deep, booming voice:
"Did you think this would be enough to stop me?…Me? The Supreme Angel?"