Buzz—
Buzz—
Buzz—
Pillars of light descended from the sky, enveloping every surviving contestant in the Wasteland.
The next second.
Whoosh!
As the light Flashed, everyone reappeared in the enormous plaza from before the hunt had begun.
Only.
The atmosphere in the plaza now was worlds apart from before!
Dead silence!
An absolute dead silence, ten thousand times quieter than when Lin Yuan had been sleeping!
The hundreds of surviving Prodigies all looked like puppets whose souls had been ripped away.
Their faces were deathly pale, their eyes hollow, and their bodies trembled violently beyond their control.
No one cheered.
No one spoke.
There was not even anyone daring to breathe loudly!
Everyone's gaze unconsciously turned toward the very center of the plaza, carrying fear and reverence from the depth of the soul.
There.
A figure slowly appeared.
Lin Yuan.
He still looked lazy and languid, as though that earth-shattering battle just now had been nothing more than an insignificant after-dinner diversion.
He even yawned and stretched.
However!
The instant he raised his arm!
Crash—!
Centered on him, within a radius of a hundred meters.
Every prodigy screamed in terror as though they had seen a ghost, Scrambling desperately backward.
It was as if Lin Yuan carried some horrifying virus capable of destroying the world!
In an instant.
A massive, bizarre vacuum zone appeared at the center of the plaza!
And Lin Yuan stood there alone, right in the middle of that vacuum zone.
Those scions of great families who had previously clamored about joining forces to deal with him wished they could dig into a crack in the ground!
Only now did they understand just how laughable and childish their earlier thoughts had been!
Defeat, cripple, or even kill Lin Yuan?
With trash like them, who were not even