CHAPTER 76: CHAPTER 74: THIS IS ARMAGEDDON WAR! (PART 2)

Panic, rapidly escalating panic.

The evacuation order that had been established showed signs of collapsing in an instant.

"Move! Get the fuck out of my way!" These were some who, faces twisted, tried to force their way onto the buses, even the ships.

"We can’t escape! None of us can escape!" These were the ones who collapsed to the ground, crying hysterically.

"This life is too damned unlucky. Next life, we’ll still be together." These were couples holding each other, embracing tightly.

"Form a line! Queue up! As many as we can, get out; the rest of us, we’re staying!" These were the warriors still struggling to maintain order.

And then there were drivers wildly honking, people searching for weapons, faces contorted, ready to fight the monsters to the death, and others fleeing in every direction, desperately looking for some safe haven.

All these scenes, streamed live by some, spread online amid the blaring sirens.

Some people couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

They knew what was happening.

Parts of the battle scenes had already been made public before.

The soldiers had already risked everything, doing all they possibly could.

"Give up your delusions—this is doomsday war!"

This comment shot to the top of every major platform in a short time, drawing a flood of replies from netizens desperate to vent.

Yes, even with the miraculous Multi-dimensional Apocalypse Civilization Mutual Aid Association showing up, even with allies from the Otherworld, even with mysterious powers like Martial Arts Extraordinary appearing, none of it could change the reality—this was doomsday war.

The entire human civilization was still trapped deep in the doomsday crisis.

Human life was fragile beyond belief under such catastrophe.

Today it is here, but tomorrow, it will be their turn, everyone’s turn!

Right now, recruitment centers nationwide saw a slow yet steady increase in people showing up, and the numbers just kept climbing.

Maybe when disaster first struck, people still had hope; maybe when interstellar allies appeared, people cheered for technological leaps; maybe when Martial Arts powerhouses showed up, people craved those extraordinary abilities.

But when hopeless crowds also appeared, when the shadow of death truly threatened each person—

Fear was still inescapable.

Either you despair in fear, or you let courage explode amid the terror!

Turning off the TV, leaving the internet, curling up at home and trembling, or pretending not to know a thing—there are always some like that. But there are just as many who grit their teeth, abandon fantasies, and choose to fight with everything they have.

At that moment—

—A strong voice finally rang through the city.

"Run upwards!"

It was Gu Hucheng’s voice.

His image appeared on screen, speaking with utmost gravity: "Those who didn’t get to evacuate in time, head for the high-rises, the higher the better, stay off the ground! Our soldiers are rushing over, and they’ll fight for you till their last breath!"

Yes, that was the only solution for now.

The feed cut to the front lines: soldiers in power armor, sprinting wildly, sometimes leaping onto the speeding military vehicles; transport planes swooping down, and countless freshly armored troops parachuting out.

Further out, other warriors were also hurrying to join!

These images, these voices, seemed to bring a new kind of courage to the confused masses.

The soldiers grabbed the megaphones, shouting, "Evacuate if you can! If you can’t, run to the high-rises! The higher the better! Transport ships aren’t stopping!"

For the confused and helpless, terror was unavoidable.

But even if there was only a sliver of hope, with clear direction, people would seize it desperately, as if it were the only lifeline.

As the last bus fled, the crowd surged frantically toward the entrances to the tall buildings.

Many of the soldiers without armor stayed behind, too.

Perhaps they couldn’t put up an effective fight, but their presence was enough to maintain order and give courage to the people.

As for the new recruits, they evacuated first—they were the hope for the next battles of human civilization.

And now, the vines arrived at the city!

They broke through thick concrete, gushed up from below, charging toward the screaming crowds. In the high sky, on the transport ships ferrying the next round of evacuees, people stared out the windows, seeing the deadly green spreading below. Some sobbed uncontrollably, both for making it out alive, and for the city being destroyed.

Some wept even harder, knowing they made it onto the ship thanks to family sacrifices.

But the kids huddled together didn’t know why the grown-ups were crying, and quickly joined in, massive waves of sobbing spreading throughout the cabin.

The crowd that escaped, those who couldn’t, the warriors rushing desperately toward the city...

When Shen Yu returned once again, what he saw was just this scene.

Within the former city, abnormal green had already appeared. The shops, roads, skybridges—all littered with abandoned cars and chaos, vines crawling and whipping everywhere, and huge crimson flowers blooming here and there.

"It’s actually a lot better than the visions foretold," Shen Yu said, brow lowered, sounding as if consoling himself.

What Turtle Shell saw first in prophecy was a city completely blanketed by a tide of green vines.

Those roots easily pierced even the tallest buildings.

The packed, terrified crowds scattered, but all efforts were pointless.

The whole city had almost turned into a crimson sea of flowers, everywhere the blossoms of slaughter.

But now, the number of vines was much less, the crimson flowers also drastically reduced.

The previous battles had obviously made a difference.

These monsters’ energy was not infinite, and after warriors donned their armor, they could actually put up a fight. At least, it was barely enough to shield a few people in the ruins of the city.

Still—the situation was dire.

If they devoured humans, they’d only grow stronger, rapidly.

"Speed it up a bit, see what else we can learn," Shen Yu turned to the few gathered beside him.

That’s right, aside from Martial Artist Shen Yu, there were a few new faces this time.

An old woman, thin and frail, leaning on a cane and looking very elderly; and a burly middle-aged man.

Their names were Liu Po and Shi Zhuang.

Liu Po was one of the experts who had come to side with Martial Artist Shen Yu recently, specializing in Primordial Spirit cultivation, wielding the powerful Liu Divine Skill. The other was one of Earth Martial Sect’s experts—a Body Refining Martial Artist.

Their martial arts power was far superior to the average master, and no weaker than Sword Return Two.

They were true heavyweights.

Not that there were no stronger ones, but the most powerful usually stayed behind, using their reputation to help Martial Artist Shen Yu gain influence.

Like the Earth Martial Sect Leader.

Right now, Earth Martial Sect’s survivors were running everywhere, spreading word of the Immortal. Xu Yuan even made several trips personally, and Liu Po only came thanks to his assurance.

At this moment, both had just arrived in the New World, now finally gathering their composure.

The surrounding scenery left them stupefied.

But when the Immortal spoke, how could they dare to delay?

Shi Zhuang punched out, Fist Force severing a whipping vine cleanly in half.

He then slightly furrowed his brow.

He seemed to sense something unusual—not in the vines themselves, but on the Primordial Spirit level.

After all, a Body Refining Martial Artist wasn’t specialized in Primordial Spirit, but his was far from weak.

He turned to glance at Liu Po.

Liu Po focused sharply on a vine also flailing nearby. Suddenly she raised her hand, and in the next moment, that vine went limp and collapsed before them.

Seeing this, Shen Yu realized something.

So, it was a Primordial Spirit issue?

Liu Po tried again. This time, the limp vine started to writhe again, but part of it stayed steadily nestled in Liu Po’s hand!