Zhang Yong's Conjecture

The crowd was thrown into chaos.

The Awakened who had originally been stopped around the outside of the secret chamber scattered like headless flies.

Relief and panic.

They listened to the sounds coming from the North America and China War Zones, as well as the numbers that were frantically climbing.

Even without seeing the monsters burst out and slaughter them, everyone realized that disaster had arrived.

"Whoosh!"

A blurred figure shot through the crowd.

Lin An, moving at full speed, charged straight through the crowd and headed directly for Secret Chamber No. 1996.

The fierce wind pressure made the nearest Awakened tremble with fear.

For a moment, they even thought that a Weeping Angel had broken out.

"What just passed by!?"

"Where are we supposed to go?"

They were at a complete loss.

The clustered crowd stared blankly at Lin An's back.

With their reaction speed, they could barely make out a black shadow.

"That looked like Lin An?"

They were not sure.

But someone had indeed seen that distinctive mask.

The change happened too quickly—so quickly that nobody had time to think about where to flee or what to do.

Quite a few Awakened who lacked courage or wanted to preserve their war zone's Fire Seed even withdrew from the trial immediately.

Before they became embroiled in battle, this was the only path to survival they could think of.

Every Survivor who had made it out of the Strength Trial alive had described the horrifying state of affairs when the danger increased.

"Lin An!?"

"How could it be him!?"

The crowd repeated that name again and again, despite how familiar those two characters were to them.

It was unbelievable.

Only seconds ago, their impression of Lin An had been that he was all reputation and no substance.

After all,