The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

All the monsters on the upside-down mountain peak stared intently at San Shi, who was spitting as he spoke.

You should know that this guy's power is a lie.

The few quick-thinking monsters exchanged glances.

The lie was intentional, a ploy to get close and then launch a sneak attack.

Yes, that must be it.

high! It's really high.

As expected of a master liar who manipulates people's hearts, even resorting to a self-inflicted injury ruse.

Some monsters are even secretly gathering their strength, preparing to launch a thunderous attack in conjunction with the lies.

however.

A second passed.

Ten seconds passed.

Half a minute passed.

San Shi was still standing there cursing loudly, almost insulting his ancestors for eighteen generations.

But there wasn't even the slightest sign of magical energy emanating from him.

He didn't even bother to get close to Lin Mo, let alone make a move. He just stood at a safe distance and unleashed a barrage of attacks on his own kind.

After he finished cursing, he even stopped to catch his breath and turned back to give Lin Mo, who was in mid-air, a fawning smile.

"My lord, if it weren't for my weak strength, I would have dealt with these guys for you."

When he turned around and faced the monster from the Netherworld again, his face turned fierce and menacing, his eyes filled with rage.

It was as if those monsters had actually dug up his ancestral graves.

The monsters finally realized what was happening.

This is not a scheme.

This guy really betrayed us on the spot!

Lies greeted Lin Mo with smiles and groveled obsequiously.

He was filled with rage towards his own people and acted ruthlessly.

Seeing San Shi's face change faster than flipping through a book, all the monsters in the Netherworld were stunned.

This is such a damn double standard!

You, a king-level powerhouse, where are your principles? Where are your bottom lines? Where did your confident determination to conquer Blue Star go?!

"traitor!"

"Lies! You disgrace to the Netherworld! You have utterly disgraced the King-level experts!"

The monsters, realizing what was happening, erupted in a deafening roar of fury.

They stared with bloodshot eyes, wishing they could rush up and devour Sanshi alive.

Standing at a safe distance, the lie not only showed no remorse, but instead puffed out its chest arrogantly: "So what?"

"Also, let me tell you something that will hurt your feelings: you're all dying."

Then, turning away from the lie, he immediately put on a fawning smile, "Sir, what do you think of my resolve?"

Lin Mo ignored him.

The monsters of the Netherworld finally despaired.

This wicked man had no intention of letting them go.

"Run!" someone shouted.

The once-aggressive monster army suddenly scattered like flies startled from a nest, fleeing wildly in all directions.

They didn't even care about direction; as long as they could get away from Lin Mo, they were willing to die even if it meant crashing into the rocks in the wasteland.

"Trying to run now? It's too late." Lin Mo coldly watched the scattered figures.

These scumbags really think their territory is a vegetable market, coming and going as they please?

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips pointing towards the sky.

boom!

The already gloomy sky was instantly torn apart.

Without any gathering of thunderclouds, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bucket appeared out of thin air and struck straight into the area where the monsters were most concentrated.

The lightning bolt did not dissipate; upon contact with the first monster, it branched wildly, like living tree branches, rapidly spreading through the air.

Crackle!

Lightning bolts rapidly connected between the monsters' bodies.

The monster struck by the lightning didn't even have time to let out a scream before its body was instantly carbonized by the terrifying heat.

Countless charred figures plummeted from mid-air, crashing into the wasteland and turning into dust.

It only took a few seconds.

On the upside-down mountain peak, apart from Lin Mo and San Shi, there was no other living creature standing.

San Shi swallowed hard, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Too bad!

This is a fucking tireless harvester.

Looking at the black ashes scattered on the ground, Lie felt nothing but shock and ecstatic relief at surviving a catastrophe.

He even wanted to erect a longevity tablet for himself.

Thank God, I had a moment of madness that night and broke into my master's house.

If he hadn't knelt down and acknowledged God back then, there would definitely be a part of his lies in that pile of ashes on the ground that would scatter with a gust of wind.

What's wrong with a dog that wags its tail? A dog can still breathe, but these so-called king-level powerhouses haven't even left behind a complete corpse.

Lin Mo slowly lowered his hand, without even glancing at the charred corpse on the ground.

Such brutality did not stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

He turned his head and looked at the sparrow on his shoulder.

"Sparrow, do I still need to be assessed?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

The sparrow flapped its wings, its beady black eyes gazing at the ruins below, and a rare pause appeared in its mechanical voice.

It's over, it's all over...

Before Lin Mo could fully grasp the meaning of those words, a sudden change occurred.

On the wasteland below, the players who had gathered to watch the excitement suddenly began to flicker uncontrollably.

"Holy crap! Why did I get disconnected?"

"So many monster corpses haven't been collected yet! This time, I've really lost a hundred million!"

"System prompts me to log out? What the hell?!"

The players' shouts and curses rose and fell, but this did not stop the progress.

One after another, beams of white light shot into the sky.

In just over ten seconds, millions of players in the entire wasteland world were wiped out.

The vast battlefield instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Not just within the game.

At this moment, the Blue Star Network was in complete uproar.

Before any of the players who were kicked offline even had a chance to complain on the forum, they saw the pinned announcement on the official website of Wasteland Era, with black background and red text.

There was no explanation, no prior announcement.

[Wasteland Era is permanently closed.]

Eight words were enough to pronounce the death sentence on this groundbreaking game.

The internet was immediately filled with cries of despair.

Some lamented their hard work, some clamored for a refund, and some frantically refreshed the page, thinking it was a silly April Fool's joke.

But Lin Mo knew none of this.

He stood in mid-air, his brows slightly furrowed, looking down at the blue light curtain that perpetually shrouded the safe zone.

Click.

A crack appeared on the surface of the light curtain, and then, as if a huge glass wall had been shattered by a heavy hammer, it instantly disintegrated into countless blue light spots that dissipated into the air.

The wind stopped.

The radioactive dust and smell of gunpowder that had permeated the wasteland air for years were also gone.

Lin Mo flashed and landed back on the street in the safe zone.

Quiet, deathly quiet.

The once bustling streets, filled with players setting up stalls, arguing, and forming teams, are now deserted, without a single soul in sight.

This feels so strange.

He was used to the noise, used to the players who came to the grocery store every day to curry favor and try to get something for nothing.

Now that it had suddenly become a ghost town, the extremely unreal sense of displacement made him feel very uncomfortable.