Yet someone was faster than he was.
Meng Chao had barely landed when shrill whistles, as loud and stirring as bugles, rang out from every direction.
The torrential rain surged like raging waves, yet amid those churning billows, figures wreathed in Spirit Flame burst forth like ten thousand arrows loosed at once, cleaving the waves and charging toward the Crystal Communication Tower that was about to collapse!
"The tower's falling! The communication tower's falling!"
"The communication tower is our lifeline! The flood is running wild, people are trapped everywhere, and without communications, the armored airships and drones will become headless flies. The trapped people are done for!"
"Save them! Hurry and save them!"
The roars rising one after another linked everyone together.
Meng Chao noticed that most of them wore the plainest work boots and protective suits, both covered in holes scorched by sparks or scraped open by crystal clusters. One look was enough to tell that they had battled for a long time in the harshest working environments.
Everyone had disheveled hair and faces smeared with mud, looking utterly bedraggled. Their chiseled wrinkles bore the marks of time's erosion, traces that not even the endlessly burning Spirit Flames could erase.
Many of them also bore disabilities, to varying degrees.
Some limped, some were missing several fingers, and some even had shocking scars on their faces that stretched down their necks and burrowed into their chests.
These were the medals they had earned in fierce battles against monsters.
Perhaps they were also the reason they had awakened Superhuman Power.
It was clear that they were Fallen Star Superhumans or One-Star Transcendents—the most numerous and weakest members of the Transcendent community.
They were both the foundation of the Transcendent community and the mainstay fighting on the front lines of every trade