"Why is it the North America War Zone?"
"Didn't we choose Africa?"
"They chose us?"
Intense questioning erupted throughout the military at the same time. Unlike the Mutants, whose attention was focused entirely on the rewards, some of the military's higher-ups still placed relatively greater importance on the rankings.
That said, they had also been shocked by the kill rewards.
"Uncertain!"
"But there should only be this one reason!"
Amid the crowd, Zhang Yong, who had no say in the matter, quickly replied to Lin An's message. Almost instinctively, he couldn't help glancing repeatedly toward the North America War Zone.
For some reason, he had a feeling that as the final stage approached, everything was beginning to change.
Even though he knew nothing, the sixth sense of an Awakener still made him feel a faint sense of unease spreading through his heart.
"Beep, the countdown has ended!"
"Everyone enter the Death Battlefield!"
"Buzz!"
Accompanied by an intense sensation of weightlessness and dizziness.
On the Confrontation Plaza, a million Awakeners vanished all at once, as if they had never existed.
Yellow sand filled the sky.
Under the dim sky, Lin An opened his eyes at astonishing speed, recording everything before him almost instantly.
This was
a wasteland?
Jagged rocks were scattered everywhere, and withered yellow grass grew from the ground. The faint smell of damp earth indicated that it had rained not long ago.
On the distant horizon, he could vaguely see the dark silhouettes of what appeared to be a cluster of town buildings.
After surveying his surroundings, Lin An felt slightly reassured.
Around a thousand Dragon Security Awakeners were all lying on the ground, still unconscious.
Zhang Tie, whose physique was exceptionally strong, was instead struggling with insufficient Willpower Attribute. He grunted and groaned as he climbed to his