Chapter 92 Wind speed of level 15! Skyscrapers collapse like building blocks.

The shrill, piercing alarm of the anemometer went off the charts, and the entire hall flashed with frantic red light.

The wind outside sounded like millions of evil ghosts wailing in unison.

"Hum—hum—"

Xingchen Base emitted a dull, vibrating groan, and even the marble floor beneath their feet was trembling slightly.

"Damn, this wind is too demonic!"

Lu Ting gripped the metal railing beside him tightly, his tough-guy face turning somewhat pale.

In his life, he had moved freely through hail of bullets without batting an eyelid.

But facing this heaven-destroying, earth-shattering power of nature, his legs were truly starting to cramp.

"Even the load-bearing columns buried deep underground are shaking; just how terrifying must it be outside?"

Lu Ting swallowed hard and turned to look at the control console.

Qian Duoduo was hunched over the keyboard, his ten thick, short fingers tapping away frantically.

"The external network is completely cut off! The official signal towers must have been blown down!"

"I'm switching to a few high-definition explosion-proof pinhole cameras that are still working to see the situation outside."

Qian Duoduo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, operating the controls urgently.

"Switch them on and let's see."

Lin Xingwan crossed her arms over her chest, her tone remaining steady and calm.

Her aura—unfazed even if Mount Tai were to collapse before her—was like a stabilizing needle in the ocean, settling everyone's hearts.

The big screen flickered twice and finally displayed an image.

After just one look, everyone in the hall went silent. A deathly silence ensued.

This wasn't wind at all; it was a meat grinder shredding everything to pieces!

The once bustling downtown area had now turned into a bottomless black-gray vortex.

The purplish-black firmament hung extremely low, as if the sky had collapsed.

"Is that... a bus?"

Zhao Ping pointed to the edge of the screen, his voice trembling.

The gale swept up a dozen-ton bus from the ground, tossing it into mid-air like a toy.

The bus tumbled violently in mid-air before crashing heavily into the shops by the roadside.

"Bang!"

The entire glass curtain wall shattered instantly.

The broken glass, like poison-tipped hidden weapons filling the sky, indiscriminately slaughtered every living thing on the street that hadn't managed to hide in time.

Severed limbs danced with the gale, and even the blood mist was blown away without a trace.

"Boss, I've switched to the footage of the city center plaza!"

Qian Duoduo's fingers paused as he switched the main screen to that view.

"Hiss—"

The moment he saw the image clearly, Lu Ting couldn't help but gasp.

That was the tallest landmark in the city center, the Global Financial Center.

It was a fifty-story steel-concrete structure that, before The Apocalypse, was claimed to be able to withstand a magnitude-10 earthquake.

But now, this skyscraper, once a symbol of the pinnacle of human civilization, was shaking violently in the center of the storm.

The amplitude of the shaking was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

The reflective glass on the building's surface had completely shattered, revealing the hollow steel skeleton inside.

"Boss, at the bottom of that building... there seems to be a Refugee Camp!"

Qian Duoduo zoomed in sharply on the bottom of the footage.

Under the high-pixel camera, one could clearly see the lobby on the ground floor of the building, packed densely with people. There were thousands of them.

They had originally thought that by hiding in the sturdiest building, they could escape the disaster.

But now, the building's glass was all shattered. The Level 15 gale poured in, creating a terrifying crosswind.

In the footage, dozens of refugees were sucked out the windows by the gale without even a chance to scream.

They were swept into mid-air like dumplings being dropped into a pot, instantly pulverized into pulp by the debris in the wind.

"They are doomed."

Lin Xingwan watched the screen coldly, her eyes icy and without a ripple of emotion.

No sooner had she spoken than a "Crack—!!!" —a sound of metal tearing that was excruciating to the teeth—blasted through the hall, transmitted by the high-sensitivity external microphones.

Everyone's scalp tingled.

The steel load-bearing wall in the middle of the building was ripped open by the gale, creating a huge gash! The steel bars snapped one by one, emitting a piercing, mournful sound.

"It... it's going to snap!" Lu Ting's voice cracked.

The building tilted violently. The upper half of the structure completely lost its support and, like fragile building blocks, snapped with a roar!

Tens of thousands of tons of reinforced concrete, mixed with shattered glass and screaming crowds, crashed toward the ground, blotting out the sky.

"Boom!" The earth trembled.

The image on the screen shook violently a few times, exploding into a cloud of gray dust that shot into the sky, blocking out the sun.

Those thousands of refugees hiding on the ground floor didn't even have a chance to run; they were instantly crushed into pulp by the tens of thousands of tons of ruins.

Not even a drop of blood splashed out before they were buried deep beneath the rubble.

"Everything is gone..." Qian Duoduo slumped in his chair, murmuring to himself.

The concrete jungle that humanity prided itself on was as fragile as paper in the face of nature's fury. Humans were truly no different from ants.

Lin Xingwan watched this heaven-destroying, earth-shattering scene, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up inside her.

This was the meaning behind her risking her life to hoard supplies and spending over a billion to build The Fortress!

The world outside was hell. But her Star Fortress, dug dozens of meters underground and reinforced with heavy titanium alloy armor plates, was the only Garden of Eden in The Apocalypse.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a dull, heavy thud echoed against the titanium alloy outer wall of The Fortress. The floor beneath their feet shook along with it.

In the surveillance footage, a massive chunk of concrete—who knows where it was blown from—weighing at least several hundred jin, struck the windward armor plate like a heavy artillery shell.

Sparks flew everywhere! The concrete chunk shattered into dust instantly and was blown away by the wind. But that thick layer of black titanium alloy armor didn't even have a dent; it remained as sturdy as ever.

"Defense outer wall damage: zero percent." The AI's cold, mechanical voice sounded in the hall right on cue.

"Well done!" Lu Ting slapped his thigh in excitement and let out a long breath.

"Zhao Ping's work is seriously top-notch! With this iron turtle here, we don't have to be afraid even if it starts raining knives outside!"

Cheers of survivors erupted from the mercenaries in the Underground City.

Lin Xingwan nodded with satisfaction. She turned around, just about to say something to Huo Yuan beside her.

But she noticed something was wrong with the man. Huo Yuan didn't speak. He was staring fixedly at the bloody ruins on the big screen.

Those wolf-like eyes, usually cold and deep, were now bloodshot with a terrifying, crimson hue.

His hands were gripping the metal edge of the control console tightly. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his knuckles were pale as paper from the excessive force.

"Huo Yuan?" Lin Xingwan sensed his anomaly and reached out to touch his arm.

The moment she touched him, she was stunned. This mercenary leader, who seemed like he would never know fear, was trembling violently.

His muscles were tense to the extreme, like a fully drawn bow.

On the screen, the gale tore at the corpses; the scene was extremely bloody. The whistling of the wind was mixed with distant screams.

These sounds and images seemed to turn into a sharp awl, piercing deep into the depths of Huo Yuan's brain—into that memory that had been tightly sealed away.

It was as if the whistling of the typhoon was no longer in his ears, but rather the mercenary battlefield from years ago, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Artillery fire, betrayal, and the mutilated bodies of his brothers flashed and intertwined madly in his mind.

"Hrr..." A low, animalistic growl, suppressed to the extreme, suddenly erupted from Huo Yuan's throat.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Xingwan grabbed his wrist, her brows furrowed, her tone tinged with anxiety. This man had lost control!

Huo Yuan turned his head abruptly. Those bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at her. The usual doting and laziness were gone from his gaze. All that remained was an extremely unfamiliar madness, paranoia, and bloodlust.

He flung Lin Xingwan's hand away with astonishing strength. "Don't touch me!"

Huo Yuan's voice was so hoarse it didn't sound human, as if he were a demon crawling out of hell. "There's a traitor! Kill them... kill them all!"