In the explosion, the towering iron tower collapsed with a boom, disintegrating into countless fragments. Billowing black smoke rose, obscuring the sky.
The sky above the Energy Station turned gray-black.
"They succeeded."
Zhong Jueqing widened his eyes, revealing joy, feeling a weight lift off his heart, and turned to look at Lin Xiuyu, saying:
"Hmm, completely opposite to your prediction, what do you say?"
Lin Xiuyu shook his head, sighed, and said:
"I didn't say they would fail, just that they would die... They probably won't make it out... We should prepare to leave."
"Is that so."
Zhong Jueqing frowned, still trusting Lin Xiuyu's words, and said:
"Hmm, they are heroes."
The entire city felt a quake-like commotion, seeing bright flames in the sky. Zombies seemed to be frightened, forming tides of undead rushing around.
Many people had terrified expressions, thinking something terrible had happened.
