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"Have all those years of preparation in these cities been in vain?"

"Didn't Lingbo City injure it? How did it launch a sudden attack and annihilate these cities in an instant?"

These are significant questions, incredibly baffling.

"No, everyone, Lingbo City's explanation is somewhat odd!"

Super-thinker, Professor Zhang Hui, stared at the big screen motionlessly, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "Lingbo City activated the Safe Zone a few minutes earlier than expected, engaging with this anomaly ahead of time."

"Ordinarily, it would only activate a bit later, not earlier!"

"Just like that Old Delhi, which was delayed for a long time…"

"Even if they have great discipline, they would wait for the Floating Fortress of their compatriot cities to arrive before activating the Safe Zone, right? What does activating earlier mean? Does Lingbo City really think it can face an anomaly alone?"

"This I find quite perplexing."

Everyone racked their brains thinking.

Li Chunhong frowned: "Lingbo City's explanation is that the demon has already found other cities and wants to go over there to feed on humans. So they had to activate it earlier and engage ahead of time."

Zhang Hui's eyes widened, shouting: "But don't you think they took too big a risk? What level of moral quality is this? If we think from another perspective... would we activate ahead of time when encountering such a situation?"

Li Chunhong thought for a moment: "I don't know... it's really a difficult choice! Engaging ahead of time indeed carries great risks, but not engaging ahead of time means complete doom, right? If it feeds on humans, the situation becomes even worse."

Zhang Hui slightly wrinkled his brow, exhaling the turbid air from his chest.

Thinking this way, it seems quite reasonable.

But he always felt that this matter was quite strange.

Many incomprehensible things are happening…

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The night was deep.

Some cities are deploying drones to quickly detect the movements of the Frost Mist Demon.

Various radio communications are maintained at all times.

"Where is its next destination?"

"Haven't found it yet."

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The "Super Fortress" that lost its rear base is going full throttle, eager to return home, with the engine flames tearing through, streaking across the dark skyline.

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And some cities lacking combat capability began large-scale evacuation.

The order in these cities was already poor, lacking a strong central government.

The chaotic spread of rumors couldn't be controlled by even the most forceful leaders.

The city's noise was gradually replaced by screams and cries, the streets were filled with panic-stricken crowds—pushing, running, falling down, then getting back up to continue their escape.

The air was thick with the pungent smells of scorch and blood, suffocating in its intensity.

Various acts of robbery, theft, murder, arson, frequently occurred, unable to be stopped.

Even the leaders themselves began to flee—they turned to their planes, attempting to escape to other cities with combat capabilities.

Human civilization can sometimes be very fragile.

Even before the enemy attacked, it had already begun self-destructing.

Even if some survive the disaster, so what?

Can they build a brand-new civilization? Can they rise again?

Very difficult… very difficult.

History won't grant anyone anything, everything in reality can only rely on one's own hands.

In this disaster, some lived through the ordeal, racking their brains, trying every means; some panicked, behaved erratically; others just wanted to flee, but where to flee to?

There were even those who became gamblers, using the guise of "for all humanity" to carry out acts of slaughter.

But ultimately, it's just talking to oneself…

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