No one would have thought that they would receive a text message from the Pan-Humanist Guardians at this time!
Everyone confirmed with each other that the text message was indeed from the mysterious number. After the mysterious association sent the message, everyone's heart was filled with surprise and joy.
The reason was simple.
The Pan-Humanist Guardians were too mysterious!
From the first day they appeared, they accurately predicted the occurrence of the disaster. Even the spectacular volcanic eruption that appeared in front of everyone at this moment had been warned by the association as early as four days ago!
Who were they? How did they do it?
Until now, no one could explain it!
No one could find even the slightest trace of it.
This mystery, in this seemingly hopeless situation, became a possibility!
Everyone could not help but think.
Since there was no way to save them, then, did the Pan-Humanist Guardians, who also had no way to explain, have the possibility of saving them?
The people who were watching in front of the screen with a tragic mood also noticed the change in their expressions and the ringtone of the text message.
"What happened?"
"Is it a text message from the association?"
"It can't be!"
"Tell us quickly!"
Bullet comments flashed across the screen. Many people had already guessed what had happened, but they could not be sure.
Hong Feizhang picked up the walkie-talkie again.
"Everyone, according to the text message sent by the Pan-Humanist Guardians, stay where you are and wait for rescue!"
Although he knew that sometimes, the greater the hope, the more painful the disappointment.
However, this text message was like a shot of cardiac stimulant in front of the dying people.
Since that was the case, he might as well increase the hope!
Everyone could not help but feel excited.
Hope reappeared in their hearts.
At this moment.
Everyone in front of the screen finally knew what had happened.
In an instant, the entire screen was covered with dense bullet comments!
"Is it really a text message from the association!?"
"Wait for rescue?"
"Is there rescue? Pan-Humanist Guardians rescue!? "
"Can they really do it? Under such circumstances? "
"Don't give people hope casually and then fail to do it. That will drive me crazy!"
“.....”
This change came too suddenly. After all, the mysterious Pan-Humanist Guardians Association did not do anything after sending out a warning message.
But now, no one knew what this non-warning message meant.
What will they do!?
Not only were the people in the East excited, but the rest of the world was also shocked by the sudden news.
Other than the host who was doing the live broadcast, there were many other reports floating by like snowflakes.
"The mysterious Pan-Humanist Guardians sent out a message at this time, telling the 130,000 people to wait for rescue! Do they have a way to save these people? "
"At the moment of the disaster, everyone has a question in their heart. Who are the Pan-Humanist Guardians?"
"If the Association can save the East, why can't it save us?"
"Three minutes at most!! This is a rescue promise that humans can never fulfill! "
“.....”
In a very short period of time, the number of people watching the live broadcast soared!
The outbreak of the disaster had proved that the warning was true. From that moment on, the Pan-Humanist Guardians firmly grabbed everyone's attention!
Everyone was nervous and curious, watching everything on the screen.
They did not dare to miss a single scene.
All of a sudden, something strange happened!
A glaring bolt of lightning struck down from the cloudless sky with a loud rumble. It was not just one bolt, but several bolts of purple lightning entangled in the shape of dragons and snakes, right in front of the highway.
Everyone was taken aback by this sudden development.
When the glaring flash passed, people looked up and saw a tall man, floating at the place where the lightning struck. He was wearing a brown robe, and his eyes under the hood were blooming with a lavender light. Thick bolts of lightning surrounded his arms, and there seemed to be turbulent waves rolling around him.
"F * ck!!!"
Liao Jingwei screamed and almost threw his phone away.
The rest of the people were not any better.
"F * ck!"
"Are you kidding me!"
"F * ck! F * ck! "
Screams came one after another. People jumped up excitedly and stomped their feet hard, but it was difficult to express their shock at the moment.
They had imagined all kinds of scenarios.
They even imagined a bunch of large and advanced aircraft flying from afar, just like those organizations with powerful technology in sci-fi movies.
However, they did not expect at all.
There was a man, who came with the lightning!
This was completely beyond their imagination!
And all over the world, some people who stood at the top of the social pyramid were especially excited as they watched the disaster scene.
"It's him! It can't be wrong! "
"The person who saved the plane crash!"
"Oh my god, this man is really related to the Pan-Humanist Guardians."
"Who the hell is he?"
“.....”
This was not the first time Shen Yi appeared, but this time, at the beginning of the apocalypse, he wanted to make the name of the Pan-Humanist Guardians completely known!
His eyes, which were emitting a halo of magic power, slowly swept across the dumbfounded crowd.
The powerful strength that he displayed without restraint brought about an invisible sense of oppression.
However, not many people were afraid.
Everyone was trembling with excitement.
They were shocked to see the existence that appeared like a miracle in front of them! This was a miracle that was really impossible to happen! Because it had exceeded the limit that everyone could imagine! It even made people doubt whether they were still in reality!
Shen Yi, spoke.
His voice was accompanied by a small thunder, and in an instant, it reached the ears of everyone at the scene.
"You have shown the courage to fight against the disaster, stay where you are, the Contract Martial Association will bring you to the fortress."
Shen Yi's tone was very simple and emotionless. After leaving these words behind, Shen Yi turned around and slowly landed on the ground. He faced the burning meteorites that were whistling towards him like raindrops and walked over step by step.
He stretched out his right hand.
Accompanied by a faint purple light, an exquisite staff slowly appeared in his hand. Lightning constantly surged on the complicated patterns. Just by casually and simply rotating a few times in his palm, a huge gust of wind was stirred up, and a large amount of dust was swept up.
His tyrannical strength was fully displayed in his every move!
Everyone's eyes were wide open.
What did he want to do?
This question appeared in everyone's mind.
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