You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

Ji Changge's lips curled into a cold smile as he abruptly turned his head, staring coldly at Hyper Zetton behind him.

However, he was stunned.

The purple crystal on Wu Bai's face only flickered steadily for a moment.

There was no emotional fluctuation, much less the rage he had anticipated.

An extremely ominous premonition welled up in my heart...

Ji Changge suddenly turned around and looked at the reporters and photographers not far ahead.

The scene was extremely bizarre.

The young female reporter with the microphone looked bewildered as she raised her right hand, stuck her index finger into her ear and dug around it, then patted it twice, as if she suspected she had suddenly gone deaf.

The cameraman next to him was sweating profusely and looked pale. He frantically pounded on the camera body and clicked his fingers frantically on the monitor screen, as if the equipment had malfunctioned seriously.

Ji Changge's heart skipped a beat, and he stiffly raised his neck to look around.

The five demigods were still pinned to the ground by gravity, unable to move.

Not far away, Zheng Mu stood with his head down, staring blankly at the floor, not even glancing at him...

It was as if they hadn't heard the earth-shattering secret he had just shouted out at the top of his lungs.

The audience on stage were pointing and whispering about him, their faces full of doubt, showing no shock at his "revelation".

The conversation of the people in the front row reached his ears clearly.

"Why was he opening his mouth so wide just now? Was he performing a mime act? Why did he suddenly go silent?"

"I don't know. Does anyone know lip reading? Please translate it quickly."

"I know a little bit, but his lips were so swollen they looked like two sausages, and his lips weren't moving at all, so you couldn't tell what he was saying."

……

Hearing these comments, the smug smile on Ji Changge's face froze completely.

His neck, like a rusty gear, slowly turned back to look at Wu Bai again.

Wu Bai tilted his head, the purple glowing crystal on his face flickering.

His voice was so flat it revealed no emotion: "Keep talking, why did you stop? Don't you like it?"

Before the words were finished…

Wu Bai's right hand, which was gripping the back of Ji Changge's neck, suddenly tightened its grip.

"Crack..." A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

Ji Changge's head tilted limply to one side, his eyes wide open, dying with unseeing disbelief.

A demigod, just like a dead chicken, had his neck snapped so easily.

Just then, a pitch-black vortex slowly unfolded on Wu Bai's chest.

With a flick of his wrist, he threw Ji Changge's body into the black hole, which then rapidly contracted and closed.

After dealing with Ji Changge, Wu Bai's purple-glowing eyes swept over the five demigods lying on the ground, then glanced at the distraught Zheng Mu, without lingering at all.

A flash of seven-colored light, and his figure vanished instantly.

The next second, the terrifying gravity that had been pressing the five demigods to the ground also vanished without a trace.

The five men, disregarding their demigod-like appearance, scrambled to their feet, panting heavily with their hands on their knees.

As the oppressive atmosphere created by Hyper Zetton dissipated, the venue returned to its usual cacophony.

The young female reporter with the loli-like face suddenly stopped picking her ear, as the surrounding noise filled her ears again.

She breathed a long sigh of relief; that moment of absolute silence had almost made her think she had really gone deaf.

The photographer's hand, which was randomly tapping the screen, froze in mid-air. To his surprise, the live broadcast signal and audio waveform that had just been interrupted returned to normal on their own.

When the two looked up again, the place was empty. Ji Changge was gone, and Hyper Zetton was gone too.

in the audience.

Wu Bai stood up, smoothed the slightly wrinkled hem of his clothes, and turned to look at Wu Minmin and Ye Lan beside him: "Let's go, the meeting seems to be over."

The two paused for a moment, then nodded and stood up.

Wu Bai withdrew his gaze and looked at Qi Yuanbao beside him.

At this moment, Qi Yuanbao was crying his eyes out, wiping his tears haphazardly with the cuff of his expensive suit jacket, his whole face covered in tears like a cat.

Suddenly, he looked at Wu Bai, his eyes flashing with a fanatical adoration...

...His legs went weak, and his knees were about to hit the ground.

Wu Bai's eyes widened, and he secretly thought to himself, "This fool is going to kneel."

If he kneels down properly, even a fool could see the problem.

He reacted quickly, raising his right hand high and swinging his arm in a wide arc.

He slapped Qi Yuanbao's fat face.

"Thud..." Qi Yuanbao's body, weighing a hundred or two hundred pounds, flew out horizontally.

It fell heavily onto the floor of the corridor with a dull thud.

"No, brother, why did you hit him?" Wu Minmin's exclamation came from behind, her face full of disbelief.

Wu Bai turned his head, shook his hand, and gave an awkward smile.

"Um... I saw him crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, and he seemed to have tried to rush over and hug me just now."

"I don't want my new clothes to get covered in snot, so..."

Just as Wu Minmin was about to say something...

"Bang……"

A loud bang was heard as the door to the conference hall was violently kicked open.

The entire conference hall fell silent.

Who has the guts to do that?

This is the venue for the highest-level meeting, and they dared to kick down the door! Everyone craned their necks to look at the entrance.

Zheng Mu's female secretary stumbled in, her hair disheveled, one of her high heels missing, completely lacking her usual competence.

She didn't care about anyone else, not even glancing at Zheng Mu.

He rushed to the computer at the control panel and, with trembling hands, turned on the giant projector in the conference hall.

She frantically typed on the keyboard, shouting in a tearful voice:

"Something terrible has happened. Just now... all the mist creatures in the world have collectively awakened into calamities."

Everyone frowned and lowered their heads to process what he had just said.

Suddenly, everyone in the hall stood up abruptly, their faces filled with shock.

Just then...

The projector lights up, and two split-screen images appear on the screen.

What is shown above are the Calamity Awakening Stele and the Human Awakening Stele in the main city.

At this moment, the numbers following the calamity sequence on the stone tablet skyrocketed as if they were free.

The last one, "Sequence 200 - Crypt Demon," has already awakened more than a billion times, and the number is still soaring.

On the entire stone tablet, apart from Hyper Zetton, whose number is displayed as "unique", even the number of awakened "Sequence 002·Angel" has soared to over 100,000.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene.

At that moment, a thought simultaneously popped into their minds: Could it be that the Awakening Stone Tablet is broken?

On the other hand, the number of awakened people on the human monument remained unchanged, the difference between the two sides was like heaven and earth.