A great civilization cannot be conquered externally unless it undergoes internal collapse.
No matter how solid the Doomsday Barrier is, over time it will crumble on its own.
The gray-haired girl of the family savored the pain of those around her. She was merely adding fuel to the fire, just slightly nudging the process along. She hadn't done anything wrong; the sound of people's screams was truly delightful.
...
Xu Xiaoyou finally encountered Angelina at a corner. The other was dressed in a hospital gown, seemingly waiting for quite some time, arms crossed, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, as if admiring Xiaoyou's miscalculated look.
"Why?" Xu Xiaoyou blurted out. "This obviously benefits us both."
"Anya, our interests are tied together."
"Interests, interests, interests," Angelina said languidly, removing her mask, reaching out to pinch Xu Xiaoyou's face, forcing her to step back. Her gaze was dangerous, "Is this all you can say?"
