I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Youming hung up the phone, looked at the troops that had begun to evacuate, and began to assess the overall situation.

With a capacity of a thousand people, each Shadow Flight aircraft can carry about a hundred people. If the three companies are together, it will probably take four to five round trips.

At Yingyi's speed, it would take about seven or eight hours, which is much faster than their current speed.

It would take them at least ten days to traverse the treacherous occupied territories to reach the Himalayas on foot.

Moreover, it is unknown how many members of the organization will die at the hands of mutated species they encounter along the way.

In conclusion, having something is better than not having one.

I have to settle accounts with them when I get back. It's such a waste that they only provided this little bit of help after we asked them for so long.

Youming pondered for a moment, then pulled over one of his men and asked, "Tell me, have you found out where Cangming is?"

"Your Majesty, there is no such news from China either."

The subordinate answered tremblingly, fearing that Youming would blow his head off like before.

"Alright, you can leave now. Notify me as soon as Barol arrives."

"Yes."

The man retreated respectfully, and after turning his back to the underworld, he walked forward for another hundred meters before daring to reach out and wipe his forehead, only to find it covered in sweat.

In any case, they've escaped a disaster... That guy Barol will probably be arriving soon with his remaining troops; I wonder what his fate will be.

Facing the Netherworld, whether it's an ordinary person or an eighth-rank being second only to that position, killing him would be a matter of minutes.

Half an hour later, Youming suddenly seemed to sense something and looked up at a point about a hundred meters above them.

There was clearly nothing there, but Youming kept his gaze fixed on that spot and didn't look away at all.

"You're here, not too slow." A smile appeared on Youming's lips.

Just as he expected, the area he was looking at, a hundred meters above the empty sky, showed a phenomenon of 'partial fading'.

The three uniquely shaped aircraft seemed to have shed their transparent 'color' to reveal their true forms.

One of its most distinctive features is its flatness, followed by its overall silver-white color. The surface does not show any splicing marks on the mainstream aircraft of major countries today, indicating that its manufacturing process is significantly superior to that of major countries.

Without a doubt, this is what is known as 'shadow'.

After revealing their forms, the three Shadows descended vertically and at a constant speed, without raising a single speck of dust, exuding a strong sense of technology.

"Hello, my friend, it's been a long time."

Suddenly, a cheerful sound came from the inside of the aircraft. A section of the aircraft's exterior disappeared, and a ladder appeared out of thin air, extending to the ground.

The owner of that voice then appeared.

This is a tall man with short blue hair, over two meters tall, and you can almost hear the sound of the azure sea coming from him.

He was very handsome, even more so than Barol, who won the title of 'male model' in the Civilization Cup. Even his eyes and eyebrows were the color of the ocean.

"Hmph, forget the formalities. Hurry up and open the cabin to send my men inside."

Youming wasn't as polite as him; the group behind him was already ready to board.

There's no need for a mere cadre-level figure to receive much attention from someone as powerful as a ninth-tier expert.

However, the other party is no small figure; by human civilization standards, he could be considered a prince.

A prince from a prehistoric civilization.

Their system is somewhat similar to the monarchy of some time ago, so there are a series of positions such as emperor, empress, and prince.

The person in front of me is called... well, due to cultural differences, his name is too long for me to remember. I only remember that the pronunciation of a certain part of his name sounds a bit like the word 'Lance', so let's just call him Lance for now.

As a prince of a great prehistoric civilization, Lance's abilities must be extraordinary. He also possesses supernatural powers and his strength is at the seventh level.

Moreover, with the right methods, he might even be able to go toe-to-toe with an eighth-tier individual, making him one of the strongest in this civilization.

"Alright, alright, open the cabin and send our friends to the Himalayas."

Lance didn't mind and ordered his men to open the cabin doors. Besides the personnel responsible for the operating and security systems, the three Shadowplanes could still carry about a hundred people; three planes would carry around three hundred, but it would take several flights.

Even as one of the experts of a prehistoric civilization, he dared not act recklessly in front of a ninth-tier powerhouse.

This organization called "The Singers" has considerable resources; any ninth-tier member could pose a tremendous threat to them, so they cannot be easily offended.

Although their family business is large, it doesn't mean they can easily offend a ninth-level expert.

They also have ninth-tier experts, but compared to others, they are still far inferior, after all, they are already half-crippled.

If this news gets out, it will inevitably attract a joint attack from the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. From intelligence gathering to reconnaissance and finally to war, it won't take too long.

"Mr. Youming, aren't you going up?" Lance asked with a smile.

"I'm not going, I'm waiting for someone."

"Alright, I'll take your men to the Himalayas first."

Lance turned and entered the shadowy interior, his face always smiling, making it difficult to discern what he was thinking.

Who is the Underworld waiting for? It is naturally Barol, and several remnants of their former partners, Saranti.

No sooner had the three Shadows left than Barol arrived with several disheveled figures. Youming quickly approached Barol and questioned him:

"I'm asking you, what exactly happened to the operation in Siberia?"

"Your Majesty, Netherworld!" Barol's face also showed signs of travel, but he couldn't afford to rest, because the person in front of him was a great killing star.

"The operation failed. The target was not found. Lord Cangming got into a fight with Mo Sheng from Huaguo and then disappeared."

"That's all bullshit! What are you all good for? Two ninth-tier beings fighting, making such a big commotion, and you still managed to lose track of you!"

The Netherworld was like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment, and even Barol lowered his head and dared not utter a sound.

Actually, if Yan Ziming hadn't caused their last few batches of ammunition and supplies to explode, they might have been able to annihilate Mo Sheng's unit, and instead, only a small number of people would have escaped.

You should know that all the good stuff is in the last few batches of goods!

"Describe the process in more detail. Did you discover any special intelligence?"

"Uh... Oh! There is indeed some noteworthy information. When we were preparing to evacuate, we saw a large thunderstorm cloud in the distance, visible from quite a distance. I personally suspect it was a blue lightning bolt..."

"Cang Lei... It's her again. Wherever she is, Ye Qianxue will definitely be there too. But why haven't we found our target?"

Youming said thoughtfully.

Yan Ziming stayed in Bei'an, so they couldn't do anything to him. They could only turn their attention to Ye Qianxue, who was away, but the result was not satisfactory.

"Go on, tell me about what happened back then."

"it is good."

Chapter 89 An Unexpected Discovery

Yan Ziming and Mu Mu were sitting on the summit of a snow-capped mountain, leaning against each other, looking at the endless white expanse, feeling very melancholy.

They were having a great holiday, how did they end up with this problem?

About ten minutes had passed since they requested support from Yan Shan. During that time, they rested and recuperated here, waiting for their own personnel to arrive.

During this time, Yan Ziming, feeling utterly lonely, flickered the sparks of electricity at his fingertips, raising the temperature in the surrounding area to a warm and comfortable level.

Even so, superhumans are still made of flesh and blood and can feel cold just like ordinary people.

"It's so slow..."

"Don't complain. It's several thousand kilometers from the Beian Military Administrative Region to here. Do you think it's that easy?"

Mu Mu practically shoved herself into Yan Ziming's arms, feeling the softness of those large, jade-like breasts, while retorting to Yan Ziming, claiming it was for 'warmth'.

In fact, with Yan Ziming maintaining the surrounding temperature and her ninth-level cultivation, she didn't need to do that at all.

Her purpose was simply to use the guise of "keeping warm" to openly and blatantly take advantage of him.

At this moment, a few ripples appeared in the space, and Mu Mu raised his head and looked at the empty space in front of him, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

An unseen object entered her field of vision, alerting her.

Yan Ziming seemed to sense something as well, and two seconds later than Mu Mu, he also corrected his direction and excitedly said:

"Ah, it's here, it's here even faster than I expected, but why is there only one?"

At that moment, Yan Shan called: "A 'Liuguang' aircraft that departed from the Sichuan Military Administrative Region has arrived at the coordinates you provided..."

"Yes, I see it, but why is there only one?" Yan Ziming asked, puzzled.

"You've already seen it?" Yan Shan was slightly taken aback, then seemed to understand something and said with a smile:

"There's another plane that's coming from Beian. It'll take a bit longer. You guys go on board first, and we'll start the operation shortly."

"Okay, sure." Yan Ziming hung up the phone and waved at the still empty space in front of him.

The driver seemed to have received instructions from the highest level. After confirming that Yan Ziming and Mu Mu were the targets he was looking for, he deactivated his optical cloaking, revealing a peculiar object with a triangular layout about fifteen meters long.

Little did they know, the driver was also breaking out in a cold sweat.

He knew the performance of this Streamer better than anyone; its stealth capabilities were outstanding, and its top speed was around Mach 23.

Such outstanding performance is enough to effectively evade the mainstream radar detection equipment currently in service with major countries, rendering them all blind.

They had conducted a test before.