At this moment, Anderson's body had already clasped his hands together, raised high above his head.
Amidst the sea of thunder, his eyes tightly shut, the formidable Power of Holy Light emanating from his body almost rendered his armor radiant as if it were cast in light, extremely dazzling.
A holy and magnificent aura kept bursting forth from within him, a faintly glowing wheel even vaguely appearing behind him.
"Zing!"
Anderson suddenly opened his hands, swung his right hand, and a crimson-gold sword with a fierce aura appeared in his hand as if drawn from the void.
"Divine Sword of Judgment!"
His eyes burst open, Anderson's eyes had completely transformed into pure gold, reflecting the brilliance of the Holy Light, with even the whites of his eyes and pupils disappearing without a trace.
In the center of the faintly appearing wheel behind him, a phantom of a balance scale slowly emerged.
