"Self-destruction sequence initiated..." The blood-red characters flashed a blinding glare on the screen, resembling the death knell of the Grim Reaper.
The air inside the warehouse froze instantly, draining every person's face of all color until they were as pale as paper. The joy of victory was completely washed away by sudden terror, replaced instead by a suffocating despair.
Qin Zhizhi grabbed Yin Sichen's arm tightly, her slender fingertips turning white from the immense pressure. Her body trembled slightly, flickering like a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, reflecting the crimson text, filled entirely with fear.
Chapter 167