Eastsea City Riot: Holy Spirit Cult Brainwashes Amid the Chaos, Three Ultimate Douluo Set Out to Find Lin Yan

Gu Yuena immediately covered the horns atop her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at him pitifully.

She was filled with indignation.

"You're finished. Once I recover my strength, the first thing I'll do is hang you up and spank you."

Lin Yan ignored her and continued toward the buffet restaurant.

The streets of Eastsea City were more crowded than usual.

The sun had gone out for nearly a minute. Even though the authorities repeatedly stressed it was "extreme stellar activity," most people still instinctively did not want to stay indoors.

They gathered in small groups along the roadside.

Some looked up at the sky, some scrolled through their communicators, and some argued quietly with their companions.

Anxiety hung over the entire city like a transparent mist.

That anxiety eventually took shape.

Protesters surged in from all directions.

At first, only a few dozen people stood in the central square holding signs that read, "Give history the truth" and "We have the right to know."

Within half an hour, their numbers had rapidly swelled to over ten thousand.

The chants went from orderly to chaotic, then sharp and shrill.

Countless voices piled together like a giant pot brought to a boil.

But what truly caused the situation to collapse was the Holy Spirit Cult.

No one knew when they had blended into the crowd, but they specifically spread rumors in the places where panic was thickest.

Some shouted that the Tenth Era had already begun its countdown.

Some knelt on the ground and muttered to themselves, while others took advantage of the chaos to smash the glass windows of roadside shops.

At first, it was only a few storefronts. Then came chain stores, then bank ATMs and convenience stores lined with shelves.

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