The vast command room was dead silent.
Cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of Old Ghost and the others. Several tactical fusion warheads detonating simultaneously—that kind of world-ending power was enough to wipe a small city off the map.
"He should be… dead, right?" Liangzi muttered under his breath, his chubby face still pale with shock.
No one answered.
Wu Liangchen's face was grim. "Deploy the backup reconnaissance drone. Find out what's going on!"
Soon, a specially modified drone capable of resisting strong electromagnetic interference slipped into the underground hall that had just undergone its baptism of destruction.
A new video feed, transmitted intermittently over a backup line, began to trickle in.
When the scene in the feed became clear, a collective gasp echoed through the command center. Disbelief was written on every face.
The young man in the simple, ancient-style white robe was still alive!
