Typhoon Apocalypse: I Possess a 100% Hit Rate

Apocalypse Wasteland Psionic Ability stream.

《Typhoon Apocalypse: I Possess a 100% Hit Rate》

【System + Upgrade + Apocalypse + Psionic Ability + Migration + Leader】

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Chapter 396 The Day of the Grand Ceremony

Everyone's expressions instantly brightened, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation:

"They're here!"

"It's a dragon vein! The dragon vein has appeared in the world."

"Hurry! If we're any later, we won't be able to get a seat!"

"Don't push."

A group of awakened individuals rushed out of the city without having time to pack their belongings.

The streets were already teeming with people, as forces from all sides rushed toward the location where the dragon vein was trembling.

"Hurry up, speed up! We can't let other forces get there first!"

An elderly man dressed in a black robe looked anxious and shouted sternly at a group of people behind him who were also dressed in black robes.

His eyes revealed greed, as if he could already see himself regaining his youth by obtaining the dragon vein.

From a nearby column of soldiers clad in steel armor, a young general sneered disdainfully:

"Hmph, you old codgers think you can compete with us?"

The spear in his hand drew a cold light in the air:

"Our Brotherhood is not afraid of a rabble like yours!"

Upon hearing this, the old man in black robes flashed a hint of anger in his eyes, but he knew that countless people were watching the dragon vein, and premature depletion or exposure would not be a good thing.

He suppressed his anger and simply sped up his group to bypass the enemy, wanting to reach the location of the dragon vein as soon as possible.

At the same time, streaks of light streaked across Yang City in the sky; these were the light of awakened individuals with the ability to fly.

On the ground, there were also young nobles riding strange beasts, rampaging and crashing about, and even more powerful individuals concealing their auras mingled among the crowd, waiting for their chance to strike.

A middle-aged, overweight man in a long gold robe looked disdainfully at the crowd and kept shouting loudly through the throng:

"Get out of my way! Don't block my path!"