"It's useless. This shield has unlimited energy. Even if you break a crack, it will recover immediately!" the white-robed man sneered.

Lu Zhaoming remained unmoved and continued his frantic attacks on the energy shield.

However, he didn't really want to break the shield; his goal was... to create chaos!

As Lu Zhaoming continued his attacks, more and more cracks appeared on the energy shield, and the energy fluctuations became increasingly unstable.

The entire laboratory began to shake violently, and various instruments and equipment fell down with a crashing sound.

The man in the white robe looked increasingly grim; he felt as if Lu Zhaoming was leading him by the nose.

"What exactly do you want?" he roared.

Lu Zhaoming grinned: "It's nothing, I just wanted to get you a little closer to that thing."

After saying that, he suddenly increased the intensity of his attack, and a huge energy shockwave instantly sent the white robe flying.

Caught off guard, the white-robed figure was slammed hard into the device by the shockwave, producing a muffled thud.

"Now!" Lu Zhaoming

"No!" the white-robed man roared in despair.

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the laboratory.

The core component of the device was completely destroyed by Lu Zhaoming!

The entire laboratory fell silent instantly, with only the faint hum of the instruments and equipment remaining.

Lu Zhaoming slowly drew the Blade of Judgment, looking at the distorted face of the man in the white robe, his heart filled with exhilaration.

"It's over," he said calmly.

However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the white-robed man suddenly revealed a strange smile. He activated the teleportation device he carried with him and sneered: Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided and they could pop champagne to celebrate the victory, the white-robed man's old face suddenly twisted into an emoji that said, "You think you can beat me, kid?"

He activated the teleportation device on his wrist, which flashed with an eerie blue light, much like the pay-to-win special effects in low-quality online games.

"This game... isn't over yet, Lu Zhaoming." The voice in the white robe was like background music for a midnight horror movie, each word carrying a chilling echo.

Before he finished speaking, his body disappeared into the air, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

Only a faint smell of ozone remained in the air, along with a harsh remark that made one's anus tighten.

Lu Zhaoming stared at the spot where the white robe had disappeared, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

He always felt that the old guy had a backup plan, like a villain in a TV series who wouldn't die until the very last episode.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his unease, and shouted to Qinglian and Afu, "Quickly, everyone evacuate from here immediately! This place is about to collapse!" He wanted to ensure everyone's safety; after all, protecting the weak was also the duty of the strong.

Qinglian and Afu dared not delay and immediately began to organize the evacuation of the survivors.

Lu Zhaoming walked at the very back of the group, like a dutiful nanny, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Just then, Xiaomei, who had been following closely behind him, suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

"Big brother... will the world... really get better?" Xiaomei's voice was soft, tinged with timidity and unease.

Lu Zhaoming stopped, turned around, and squatted down to be at Xiaomei's eye level.

He looked into Xiaomei's clear eyes, which were filled with confusion and longing for the future.

He reached out and gently stroked Xiaomei's hair, saying firmly, "As long as we're here, we'll make it better."

After saying that, Lu Zhaoming stood up and continued walking towards the exit of the base.

His silhouette, against the backdrop of the crumbling base, appeared exceptionally firm and reliable.

But no one saw that his hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched even tighter…