"None of us expected Yang Tian to possess such overwhelming power. We must mobilize the remaining seven commands immediately! We need to drive him off our country’s soil!" Rashid, the Deputy Director, pondered for a long moment before finally speaking.
Benjamin nodded upon hearing this and replied, "Yes, we must push him off the land, keep him far away, and ensure he never steps foot in our territory again! Quickly, contact the remaining seven commands!"
After delivering his command, Benjamin immediately looked at the soldier in charge of communications. The soldier, upon hearing his orders, sat down at the communication platform and began signaling.
Not long after, the soldier raised his head and spoke to Benjamin, "General, there’s..." His voice faltered, "It’s... not good..."
"What’s wrong? Did you not hear what I said? I need you to contact the remaining seven commands immediately!"
Benjamin was furious, shouting angrily at the soldier. Then he added, "Start with the Special Operations Department; it’s closest to the Northern Department..."
The soldier replied with a blank expression, "The Special Operations Department... Just now, they sent an urgent communiqué saying..." His voice trembled, "They reported being... under enemy attack."
"What?" Benjamin questioned, his voice filled with confusion.
The soldier stammered for a moment before blurting out, "The Special Operations Department sent a communication, stating they’ve been... completely annihilated by the enemy."
"You cannot be serious!"
Hearing this, Benjamin slumped into his chair.
Within the Special Operations Command Center itself...
Andy, the commander in charge, stared at the screen. It displayed green markers symbolizing his elite units one by one disappearing, his eyes red with rage and despair.
It only took five minutes!
His forces—the United States’ top marine officers and elite Cheetah squad—had been wiped out.
Almost none of them even caught sight of the enemy before vanishing into bloody mist.
Furthermore, aircraft, artillery, missiles, and even launch platforms were destroyed before they could fire a single shot.
Rough calculations suggested the losses incurred today surpassed the total losses from all wars in U.S. history combined.
Yet even so, that terrifying figure hovered ominously above headquarters, completely unharmed, slowly inching closer.
"Stop him! Everyone, we must stop him!"
Andy, utterly losing his previous composure, screamed at the surrounding generals.
But the general responded in pain, "Sir, we... we can’t stop him. Because... because all our forces... they’re gone. Thirteen battalions... completely wiped out."
"Gone... They’re all dead?"
Andy collapsed to the floor upon hearing the general’s words. Staring at the screen filled with red markers, he muttered trembling, "God... Could this truly be God’s punishment upon us?"
The heavens split open once again, like a massive maw swallowing everything. Just like the Northern Department before it, the United States Special Operations Department was reduced to nothing but rubble.
Standing amidst the ruins, Yang Tian’s face betrayed neither sorrow nor joy. He briefly focused his mind before continuing to fly toward his next destination.
Thirty minutes passed, and the Strategic Command Center fell!
An hour later, the Transport Command Center fell!
An hour and a half later, the Europe Department fell!
Two hours later, the Africa Department was obliterated...
Three hours later, Benjamin sat stunned inside the United Nations building. Journalists broadcasting the war, their voices hoarse and trembling, reported, "Will... In general terms, the China Middle Department... has also fallen into ruin! Our... our nine Joint Operations Departments... all obliterated!"
"Devil! He’s a devil!"
On the other side, Rashid almost sobbed aloud, "This was America’s entire core strength—he... wiped them all out in such a short period of time. What... What should we do now? There’s nothing left to stop him!"
Other high-ranking officials...
California’s Los Angeles, one of the most bustling cities in the U.S.
But at this moment, this once-bustling city had descended into a scene of utter apocalypse!
The streets were crowded with screaming vehicles, and countless people desperately fled toward the suburbs.
Even many uniformed U.S. police officers were panicked and running.
Although ordered to hold their ground in Los Angeles and stabilize public sentiment, even their own emotions were in tatters, so how could they calm the general populace?
It’s widely understood that Yang Tian’s annihilation of the Ninth Joint Operations Department was captured in a video being widely disseminated across nations. How could news from America not circulate?
How on earth could they fight against such an enemy?
Yet just then, the large screens in every corner of Los Angeles lit up simultaneously, unveiling the image of a blonde-haired man.
"Hello, citizens of Los Angeles!" I am Edward, the spokesperson for Admiral Benjamin of the United States Beautiful Department. I am speaking on behalf of the Beautiful Department!"
Upon hearing this announcement, the fleeing citizens hesitated briefly, though most continued running, not paying much attention at all.
After all, in moments , with imminent death looming, who could spare the energy to listen to what was being said?
But Edward persisted on screen, saying, "The evil force is now invading our nation. Many claim this individual is a god, but Admiral Benjamin wants me to inform you: he is not a god. He is a true devil!"
"And yet, do not panic. With approval from the President, the Internal Department has decided to resort to our last measure against this demon. Here is an image of the devil’s demise for all of you!"
Upon hearing this, the fleeing citizens finally paused, looking up at the massive screens.
The screen depicted a wide ocean with a white-haired man walking toward the United States, his movements eerily serene as though gliding through the air—Yang Tian, a figure recognized worldwide from viral footage.
"It’s him! It’s him! He destroyed our Northern Department in the video with a single strike!" A white man shouted first.
"Yes! I’ve seen him too. He’s a devil!"
"Why is he coming to attack us in America?" Why?"
"Did God abandon us?"
Countless U.S. citizens cried out in despair, their hearts racing uncontrollably!
With each step Yang Tian took in the video, their hearts pulsed like death tolls, leaving them gasping for air!
But just when everyone thought Yang Tian would head directly toward Los Angeles, he suddenly furrowed his brows and stopped.
Suddenly, an enormous beam of energy descended from the heavens, bombarding Yang Tian. The beam enveloped his entire figure, emitting waves of catastrophic force.
Then the earth shook, and the heavens split. A colossal mushroom cloud erupted in the Pacific Ocean, slicing through the sea with an unimaginable brilliance that soared skyward!
The United States’ space weapon, a devastating force first displayed by China on Heng Mountain, made another terrifying appearance on the world stage!
In China’s Command Center, Chen Wenbin shot upright from his chair at the sight of the live footage.
Behind him, a group of high-ranking Chinese officials and the Dragon Group’s leader clenched their fists one by one.
At Japan’s Dalai residence...
The Magician placed his hand on the island’s weapons launch button almost instinctively, while the bird-like official standing beside him desperately restrained his hand, shaking his head pleadingly.
At the Yang Family residence...
Su Lingyun nearly collapsed at the sight, and the entire Yang Family hall fell silent. Ma Yu and Ren Yuan tried to pin David down by his shoulders, advising him not to act rashly!
England, France, Germany, England...
As the space weapon’s immense beam struck Yang Tian, nearly all world leaders stared tensely at their screens, waiting to see if Yang Tian had truly perished.