The Proletariat Revolves

High in the air, the two apple people—Mo Ning and Angel—now stared at each other.

Both saw profound horror and lingering fear in the other's eyes.

Clearly, although Zhang Sanxian had only appeared for a brief moment, he had utterly shattered their ingrained understanding and pride, making them deeply realize—what it meant for the gap between heaven and abyss.

Mo Ning Bates's face was incomparably grim. He stared fixedly in the direction Zhang Sanxian had vanished, feeling the witchcraft mana within him still sluggish and obstructed, then said darkly to Angel some distance away, "That kind of energy possesses properties unlike anything we have ever known. Those properties—overbearing, supreme, and

self-centered, as though—standing above all things in the world. Such an existence is simply—unheard of!"

Angel Tallorin's lovely face had long since lost its former seductiveness and arrogance, leaving behind only lingering fear and bewilderment. "The way he looked at us was like he was looking at stones by the roadside—no, even more coldly than that!

"Mo Ning, we just took a walk before the gates of hell. If he had been even slightly displeased, then I'm afraid—"

Though she did not finish, her meaning was self-evident.

Though the truth was deeply humiliating, for these two apple people who stood at the very pinnacle of the world, Zhang Sanxian's abrupt departure actually brought them a sense of relief so immense it nearly left them limp.

Yes, fortunately Zhang Sanxian had not harbored much malice. Otherwise, the two of them—would definitely have died ugly deaths.

Unfortunately, however, Mo Ning and Angel, even all the witches of the entire Android Tower, had begun celebrating too soon.

Just as the entire plaza, even the Android Tower headquarters itself, sank into a state of near-bewildered exhaustion after the overwhelming shock and terror, no one