When Lin Xing regained consciousness again, he looked at the scene in the cultivation room while the voice of a staff member came through the headset, "Lin Xing, the martial arts competition is about to start, are you not going?"
Lin Xing casually tore off the headset and once again pressed his finger against his arm, leaving a sword mark there.
Accompanied by a wave of pain, visions of the future once again appeared before him.
Blinding flashes tore through the night sky, illuminating the entire horizon.
The roaring explosions shattered the quiet of the streets, spreading fear and chaos throughout the city.
Flames danced like dragons, shockwaves rolled up billowing dust, engulfing everything around them and rising into a giant mushroom cloud.
The intense explosions continuously rose, releasing destructive energy that turned everything in sight to ashes.
The weapons humanity took pride in were turning the city into ruins, transforming skyscrapers into human coffins.
