Chapter 97: Is Yang Yi Dead?

Xia Nation's supersonic aircraft had already left Britain; Director Zhou and the others saw the live stream online. When they saw the people in several screens turned into dried corpses, their faces showed reluctance, heavy at heart.

If this happened in Xia Nation, how would they respond?

Could they stop it?

"Look! They launched nuclear missiles!" Zhang Zhang Ningning cried out in shock.

In the screen, a huge mushroom cloud rose over the capital of Britain; then, all live stream screens from the capital of Britain turned black...

Director Zhou and the other three hurriedly looked out the window. Although they were far from Britain, the projection of the altar in the sky could still be faintly seen.

They quickly switched to live streams from other regions of Britain; the altar projection still covered the sky steadily.

Nuclear missiles were useless too.

This fact added to the weight in their hearts.

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Ark Nation, White House, Presidential Office.

In the screen, a mushroom cloud appeared over the capital of Britain; inside the office, everyone's expression was serious.

After a long while, the President's old and weary voice sounded: "Alright, the facts have proven that Earth's most powerful technological weapons are useless against the altar, and our Earth's only S-rank cannot stop this altar either. So, who can tell me—" The President's cloudy, old eyes swept across the Ark high officials standing before him; his words were slow but hid anger:

"We have studied for so long regarding the operating principles of the altar, the specific composition of dark matter, and otherworldly evil gods, etc. Where are the results? Where did all the funds we invested go?"

"We gathered the world's top experts, plus a group of superstitious charlatans, secretly invested in so many human experiments. Apart from two awakeners who just touched the A-rank threshold, did we gain nothing else? Not even one comparable to Xia Nation's S-rank?"

"Now, facing the desperate situation where our nation might perish, do we have not a single countermeasure or plan?"

"If that altar appeared over Ark Nation today, today would be our doom!"

A deathly silence filled the Oval Office, while similar scenes played out in the top political centers of every nation.

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In an underground bar in the capital of France, inside a hidden private room, a group of people watched the mushroom cloud rising in the screen with varied expressions.

The young man sitting in the middle was Hopkins Aubrey, the leader of this underground awaker group. Everyone in this private room was an awaker unwilling to submit to official control; they often gathered together and named this underground organization "Tigers of Freedom".

Hopkins Aubrey stood up, looked around, and said with an impassioned tone: "Everyone, if faced with this altar, who among you can escape?"

"Yang Yi of Xia Nation is the only S-rank to date. Now she is missing in the Wembri Giant Pit—perhaps she has already died in the nuclear explosion. If even she cannot stop the altar, what about us?"

"Who among us dares to say they are stronger than an S-rank? Who can independently kill a Fire Demon?"

Silence fell on all sides.

Hopkins Aubrey gave a bitter smile and said self-mockingly: "Although I am B-rank and count as an excellent awaker, compared to an S-rank, I admit I am far inferior. I cannot resist a single missile, cannot escape a nuclear explosion, and certainly cannot survive under this terrifying altar..."

The private room fell even more silent.

"If there were an opportunity for all of us to survive safely, to enjoy money, power, status, and everything you desire, with the condition only being to draw a line between us and those Old Humans..." Hopkins Aubrey paused his tone, carefully observing everyone's expressions in the room, and noticed that a few people looked displeased.

He changed his tone: "Although some of us indeed have no interest in these things, life is only lived once—even Yang Yi, who is hailed as a God on Earth, was not much stronger than ordinary people before that evil god's mysterious abilities."

"As far as I know, our two underground groups in western France, 'Free Spirit', and in the east, 'Raging Advance', intend to accept Wade's recruitment. Australia's 'X-Star' and Canada's 'Superpower Alliance' have all received Wade's recruitment. I am sure that after seeing Britain's tragic state today, they will immediately contact Wade..."

Inside the private room, voices suddenly erupted into a clamor.

Hopkins Aubrey smiled slightly. "In fact, just three days ago, I also received a letter from Wade inviting us to join the Divine Punishment Organization. I haven't replied yet. But after today, if I don't reply, it will probably be too late..."

Inside the private room, the whispering gradually died down, and the voices fell silent again.

The nuclear missile exploded over the capital of Britain, yet the altar remained unharmed. This scene made countless awakeners feel fear, involuntarily recalling Wade's speech when he hijacked the United Nations.

He wanted to unite all awakeners on Earth to join the Divine Punishment Organization and achieve complete awakening of body and spirit.

As long as they sacrificed the Old Humans on Earth, sacrificed these ordinary people, they could gain the qualification to survive under Divine Punishment! As long as they became believers of the evil god, they could gain the evil god's favor!

Countless awakeners who previously did not take it seriously were finally shaken now.

At a time when the whole world was in panic, while the whole world was shocked and felt terror, those saved by Yang Yi could not help but raise a question:

Where is Yang Yi? Did she really die? Did she die under a missile or nuclear explosion?

That unique S-rank awaker, that superhuman, that Yang Yi hailed as a God on Earth, could she no longer save them?

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Yang Yi walked forward in pitch darkness; at this moment, she had returned to her childhood appearance.

She was running wildly; behind her, Tanggetang and a group of peers chased her while calling her an idiot, and she ran blindly into the night.

As she ran, the road beneath her feet gradually became muddy, and a violent storm poured down from all around. She was a bit afraid, but the demonic giggling of a group of children faintly came from behind. She looked at the scars on her body, gritted her teeth, and continued forward.

But the rustling sound of pursuit constantly came from behind. Suddenly, a little girl came over and took her hand; they hid in a bush.

When the footsteps of the pursuers finally disappeared, the little girl asked innocently: "Why don't you go home?"

Yang Yi stammered: "I don't want to go home."

She had no home; no one expected her; no one waited for her.

"So that's how it is, then I'm relieved." A smile that was both innocent and vicious suddenly appeared on the little girl's face, and she pushed her into the swamp.

Yang Yi's terrified expression remained on her face as she struggled desperately, but the more she struggled, the more she sank.

The little girl on the bank just watched her with a smile.

The mud covered her head; she sank into darkness and silence.

"No, no. I don't want to die." The instinct to live screamed, but the swamp dragged her down continuously.

The little girl on the bank smiled, watching two bubbles rise from the mud.

"A pitiful and miserable soul, go ahead. Ending the pain early is also a release for you," she said softly.