Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The Kunlun people looked at the Buddha people:

"you mean?"

"What I mean is, we need to establish a temporary joint mechanism. We have sixteen people, eight civilizations."

We each represent different civilizations, but during the handling of this matter, all information about Blue Star and Lin Mo was shared only between us.

Without the unanimous consent of all members, this alliance will not disclose any information to outsiders, its members' respective civilizations, or other factions.

The mecha nodded:

"That's right, the information absolutely must not get out! This is our only chance to overtake them!"

An individual next to him, who had remained silent until now, but was of shorter stature and covered in fine nanotech armor, spoke up to add:

"Information flow within the alliance should also be subject to constraints."

Any action taken by any party alone could lead to the exposure of the entire group.

I agree to establish a blockade mechanism first; all decisions regarding Blue Star, Lin Mo, and subsequent actions must be approved by all members before they can be implemented.

The Buddha waited for the others to express their opinions in turn.

Some nodded, some gave a brief "Yes," and others simply glanced at the Buddha in silence, tacitly agreeing. Once everyone had confirmed, the Buddha finally spoke:

"Then it's settled. We'll call it the Eight Eyes Alliance for now."

Without the unanimous consent of all members, no information about this matter will be disclosed to the outside world, nor will it be mentioned to their respective civilizations.

After this matter is resolved, we can discuss the next steps.

He reiterated the conclusion that had already been reached and finally made the decision.

The seventeen aliens nodded, and the Eight Eyes Alliance was officially established.

"From this moment forward, Earth is officially under our control."

The alien in the mecha looked in the direction of the Great Xia reception team, his voice amplified and echoing clearly across the open space.

His face was completely obscured by a mecha mask, but a cold, unadorned quality could be detected in his tone.

"Our target is not you."

We only need Lin Mo.

If you hand him over, we will not only spare you, but we can also give you technology far exceeding the current level of civilization.

But if you don't cooperate...

He paused for a moment, as if to make sure the other person had heard him clearly.

"Then don't blame us for being impolite."

After he finished speaking, he raised one hand and made a pressing motion in mid-air.

A giant red countdown appeared out of nowhere in the sky, the numbers ticking slowly in seconds, glowing with a dark red light in the night, like a scarlet blood-red eye watching over everything.

"From now on, I want Lin Mo to appear in front of us in one hour."

Otherwise, for every second that exceeds this limit, we will randomly kill one human.

He paused for a moment, but his tone remained steady.

"Anyway, there are enough of you humans."

"With billions of people, it should be enough to kill them for a long time."

Although he was wearing a mask, those standing nearby could feel the chill emanating from behind it, and could even vaguely sense the mockery on his lips behind the mask.

Several staff members from Daxia, who were stationed outside the quarantine area, clenched their fists instinctively, but no one moved or spoke.

The sense of oppression was direct.

Any one of the sixteen aliens standing before them could destroy all of humanity without making a sound; a head-on confrontation would not be a foolish move.

"Alright, enough of that, it's time for the buffet. Which should we start with?"

The Kunlun man's lips curled slightly upwards as his gaze slowly swept across the crowd, as if he were choosing the first piece of fruit to eat from the fruit platter.

His gaze finally settled on the leading female official, and he looked her up and down:

"With fair and tender skin and a good body fat percentage, she must be very plump."

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion.

Before the female official could even utter a sound, she was lifted from the front of the crowd by an unseen force and flown towards Kuntu.

She couldn't even put up a fight; the whole process was as quiet as if someone had plucked a flower from a crowd.

The next second, the aliens surrounded her and began to pick and choose, as if they were treating her as an object.

The Daxia personnel present watched helplessly, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, their eyes reddening.

A young soldier in the crowd finally couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly raised his rifle, aimed it at the group of aliens, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet burst from the muzzle, flying towards the target with a sharp whooshing sound, but hovered in mid-air dozens of meters away from the group of aliens, as if frozen in time, motionless.

The Buddha glanced at the hovering bullet, snorted coldly, and his eyes flashed with killing intent:

"Even ants dare to shake a tree."

He raised his hand and casually waved it lightly in the direction of the crowd.

There was no explosion, no fire, and no tremor.

But within a radius of several kilometers covered by that action, all matter was wiped out in the same instant.

People, vehicles, buildings, the ground, and dust in the air all disappeared, as if someone had erased the paint from an entire canvas, leaving only an extremely flat, unblemished blank space.

The range of that power extends far beyond the small section of the quarantine zone that was covered.

Beyond its periphery, an even wider area was affected, and those farther away were simultaneously pulled into the same void.

If anyone is still alive, they can see that suddenly appearing, boundless emptiness in the distance, as if someone had cut a piece off a map.

The voice of an individual from the Buddha Galaxy then surfaced in the minds of people worldwide, cold and condescending:

"If there's a next time, much more will be destroyed than just this."

When news reached the capital that everything within hundreds of kilometers had been wiped out, all the lights in the entire building came on within minutes.

The underground command center in the western suburbs of Beijing, 3:17 a.m.

All attendees arrived at their respective seats one after another.

Nobody asked the pointless question, "What happened?"

The report had been distributed to everyone a few minutes ago, and each of them had looked at the satellite image more than once.

The once bustling city and the green-covered countryside now appear as if they have been covered with a yellowish-brown paint, turning into huge blocks of color.

Seventeen people were sitting at the long table in the hall.

The person closest to the main screen was Old Zhou. He took off his reading glasses, folded the paper report in his hand twice, placed it on the table, and his gaze swept over every face present:

Everyone is aware of the situation.

Just minutes ago, in a fit of anger, they wiped out hundreds of kilometers and millions of people.

Those are millions of living people and ordinary citizens!

We cannot accept this, and we absolutely cannot accept it!