Darkness Descends

Ye Zhao's words plunged the conference room into a deathly silence. It was common knowledge that the monsters locked onto Ye Zhao, not her phone; they could not be fooled by modern technology. This meant Ye Zhao could not simply toss a phone out as bait; she had to be the bait herself.

Unless a robot identical to Ye Zhao could be produced, but even if such a machine existed, could it mimic her special abilities to deceive the monsters?

Obviously not.

To obliterate so many monsters in an instant, one would inevitably have to employ weapons of mass destruction, such as intercontinental missiles or nuclear weapons.

No matter how powerful Ye Zhao was, she could not survive such a devastating military strike.

Someone spoke up in refusal: "No, Ye Zhao is the only one capable of contending with the monsters; she cannot die. Besides, even if this batch of monsters below is wiped out, what about the one in the sky? We cannot lose sight of the big picture for a minor gain. Let's think of other ways."

Another countered: "What other ways? There are no other ways. She has already been targeted, and we cannot stop it. Rather than letting her be exhausted to death, it is better to make her death more valuable."

"No, Ye Zhao cannot die. She is the Watermelon Master in everyone's hearts, the spiritual leader for us all. She cannot die."

"The monsters are growing larger and larger; they are immortal until their blood is drained. This is truly difficult to fight. What if the monsters aren't dead after the attack? We would have lost a great general for nothing!"

"My proposal is to launch a third nuclear strike against the monster in the sky as soon as possible. Since it wants to