Gerard could never leave her behind. He charged forward and slashed Arya's arm.

Arya screamed in agony but continued to laugh maniacally, gritting her teeth, "I'm taking you all down with me!"

She had long lost the will to live.

Knowing her body was on its last legs, she was consumed with hatred and rage. She couldn't die alone; she needed to take someone with her, and that person had to be Lilah.

That despicable woman had to die!

As for Barth, she never intended to kill him. She feared being lonely in hell, so she had to painfully kill him to keep her company.

No one could understand this feeling.

Finally, she could fulfill her wish.

"You're asking for death!" Gerard's face was livid with anger, but no matter how he attacked, Arya refused to let go.

Perhaps death had awakened her greatest willpower; even though she was shaking with pain, she held on with gritted teeth.

The bomb's countdown ticked closer to zero.

"Let me handle this." A calm, resolute voice broke through.

It was Joselyn.

She pushed everyone aside, crouched down, and deftly pulled a bottle from her pocket, quickly prying Arya's mouth open and forcing a pill inside.

Instantly, a foul stench filled the air, and Arya couldn't help but vomit, her grip loosening.

Gerard swiftly helped Lilah to her feet and moved her aside.

Everyone had already moved away.

Arya trembled with rage, her cold eyes sweeping around until they Locked onto the woman who had interfered.

She was furious, unwilling to accept this. How could she?

They should all die together!

"You wretch!" Arya screamed, using all her strength to lunge at Joselyn.

The latter, hearing the sinister voice, instinctively tried to dodge, but at that moment, a powerful heatwave hit. She felt a searing pain on her back as the blast threw her away.

Lilah watched in shock, her entire body numb.

Joselyn was gravely injured; the doctors said she wouldn't wake up for at least half a month.