National War: Far From Over

The collapsed skyscraper lay sideways across the streets of London, like a cheese grater snapped off at its base and toppled over.

No one knew how many other buildings it had struck as it crashed into the bustling heart of London.

The immense weight of Lantehe Building caused the dozens of upper stories to break into several sections as they fell, most of them not even reaching the ground before crushing nearby buildings.

Further collapses and fractures occurred amid the grinding pressure. There were no screams or cries on the deserted streets.

Only the sound of rubble falling echoed continuously, drawing nearer from afar.

If this had been the real world, the earth-shattering destruction just now would have caused losses of hundreds of billions of dollars. It would have been an unimaginable disaster.

But that was not what shocked everyone at this moment.

They watched as the young man tossed Neil onto the ruins like an object, then ruthlessly swept his Tang Blade's sheath across.

Step by step, he climbed to the top of the rubble, his suit disheveled, yet his expression calm and composed.

As if everything that had just happened was only natural.

Inside the Night Bureau's Observation Room, Ye Sheng's dark eyes froze slightly as she watched the scene on the virtual screen. The figure before her gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

For some reason, Lingyuan on her wrist let out a quiet hum.

"Th-That... that's Fang Ran!?"

After a brief silence, Hua Ling was the first to cry out in shock, pointing at the calm and resolute figure on the screen.

Her voice was strained with disbelief. The battle had been overturned in an instant, and the skyscraper had suddenly collapsed. Her beautiful eyes widened as she stared at Fang Ran atop the ruins.