"Fourth cycle"
The illusion vanished.
Standing in a quiet broadcast room, Chu An lightly raised the frame of his glasses, his face somewhat pale.
His expression remained calm. Even the illusion in the final stage had failed to cause him any interference.
But, it had to be said, the scenes in the final stage were enough to completely drive any Awakener who could not maintain absolute rationality insane.
Piecing together the information.
"The Broadcast Station had already gone wrong from the beginning."
After muttering under his breath, he pressed the cassette tape without hesitation.
The tape began to turn, and the final recording slowly played.
"Static—static."
"It's all fake."
"I killed them. I killed them with my own hands."
"Hahahahaha!! It's all fake!!"
A bone-chilling laugh, mixed with mad whispers, repeated in a loop.
A few seconds later, the sound of something heavy crashing down and the soldiers' furious shouts rang out:
"Stop him!"
"What are you doing?!"
"Bang!"
A gunshot.
The recording stopped.
Unlike the first recording, the final recording contained nothing else apart from a few whispers filled with despair and hatred.
Frowning slightly, Chu An stood silently in place, as if pondering something.
"Chu An has been inside for half an hour!"
The large number of Awakener Legion members standing guard around the perimeter all watched the White Fog restlessly.
The fog was constantly spreading, forcing them to retreat during this period.
Thirty-seven minutes had passed since Chu An entered the White Fog.
That was already the limit of a Second Order Peak Awakener.
Even if he came out, he would probably be insane and would commit suicide a few hours later.
An JingTian clenched both fists, his face filled with remorse.
He regretted not stopping Senior Colonel Chu. He regretted letting him enter alone.
The White