With a crazed roar, the red-eyed man—who, seemingly to earn the gods' favor, had already killed his own mother—threw a punch at Jiu Tian's head.
In fact, by their own logic, the Dragon Group members were the ones they should have killed most. Killing even one of them would probably earn them the "gods'" approval.
Yet strangely enough, even when people seemed to have gone mad, they often only dared to lay hands on those weaker than themselves.
In their eyes, Jiu Tian was practically a god himself, so naturally they did not dare attack him. But because they knew the Dragon Group would not kill ordinary civilians like them, they had kept charging forward.
But Jiu Tian had not harmed anyone all this time, which only fed the man's viciousness. In his fury, he finally struck.
Even a solid punch from an ordinary person was basically painless, but it did snap Jiu Tian out of his shock at seeing the latest news.
Naturally, there were no giant screens around the nearby streets.
And with the riots raging, these surrenderists were trying to storm the school and slaughter everyone inside. Since they were holding the line here, no one had the mind to play with their phones.
Thus, only after that joint declaration that had shocked the entire world did he receive the latest orders through internal Dragon Group channels.
"Ah..."
He sighed and looked up at the sky. Its light was so dim, as if it had been veiled in a layer of gray dust.
Had the Grand Elder and the others already made their decision...
He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. Looking at the sky, he seemed to want to remember the final appearance of the human world.
"Why the fuck are you sighing