In the dark of the night.
A mushroom cloud slowly rose into the sky.
Hundreds of individuals in identical uniforms appeared.
They quickly dispersed in all directions, clutching Techniques in their hands, encircling the area of the explosion.
Wherever they passed, the nuclear explosion's Strength was rapidly retracted, as though it was being absorbed and emptied by some unknown force.
In the districts farther away, the panicked screams and cries of people had already erupted.
But in the span of just a few seconds,
those sounds disappeared.
Shen Ye floated silently in midair, quietly observing the scene below.
—Someone coming to clean up was expected.
But what about what comes after?
Maybe he needed to wait a little longer, to see who would step forward and give him an explanation.
The voice of the Big Skeleton suddenly echoed in his mind:
"They're all dead."
"Not a single one left?" Shen Ye asked.
"Not a single one," the Big Skeleton replied with a chuckle.
