"What do you know?"
Hearing this, Adam demanded.
His voice was no longer gentle, but a roar stripped of all disguise.
He no longer maintained the barrier built from the "happiness" of countless souls.
Because that wall was collapsing. Those awakening wills transformed into particles of light, rising upward like a defiant blizzard.
Defense no longer had any meaning.
His only choice was to stop the instigator before this tide called "awakening" completely overturned his little card table.
Stop Zhang Qi.
As long as he killed him—so long as he killed him before this ocean of consciousness completely boiled over—there was still room to salvage everything.
Adam abandoned all superfluous calculations and gathered all his power into himself.
This pure white space began to tremble violently, as though it could not bear the sheer malice within him.
Around his body, the light of the AT Field twisted to its limit. That absolute domain that rejected everything had now condensed into an invisible spear aimed at Zhang Qi.
He would use the negative emotions gathered from every living thing on this planet, this most crushing despair, to grind the man before him into dust.
But in the next second, Zhang Qi appeared before Adam without the slightest warning, so close that Adam could see his own twisted face reflected in Zhang Qi's pupils.
"Your hatred should end too."
Zhang Qi's voice was soft, as though he were stating an insignificant fact. He extended a hand.
That hand looked utterly ordinary. No aura of energy clung to it, nor did it carry the force to tear space apart.
The AT Field Adam had condensed, powerful enough to pierce reality and illusion—the ultimate defense formed by the "A.T. Field"—was like a dam hollowed out by termites before that hand.
Silently, yet irresistibly, it