Under the guidance of "Martial God" Lei Zongchao, the group continued to "dive."
Even Wu Haibo, who had been chattering away nonstop until just now, had grown much quieter.
At a depth of seventy or eighty meters below the fissure's exit, even the director of the Ancient Ruins Research Institute possessed very little information.
Back in the day, even the Blood Alliance, brazen beyond all limits and utterly devoid of conscience, had primarily concentrated its explorations—using ordinary citizens driven forward wave after wave—between fifty and seventy meters below ground.
They rarely ventured into the region where Meng Chao and the others were now continuously "diving."
It was not because the Blood Alliance valued human lives.
Rather, Deep Divers who reached this depth, even if they returned safely, would more or less undergo various mutations, bringing unpredictable consequences to the people on the surface.
According to Blood Alliance records, in the most severe incident, a Deep Diver had appeared perfectly unharmed upon returning to a Blood Alliance laboratory. After forty-eight full hours of observation and full-body scans at more than a hundred times the safe dosage, they confirmed that not a single one of his cells had mutated. Only then did they partially remove the shackles sealing him and release him back into the pigeonhole-like dormitory area.
Yet, just one minute after those forty-eight hours had passed, a mass of tentacles bristling with fangs and spikes suddenly erupted from deep within the Deep Diver's throat, attacking everyone within sight without distinction.
More than a hundred ordinary citizens like him, forcibly seized by the Blood Alliance and dragged into the Ancient Ruins, along with dozens of Blood Alliance scientists and burly security personnel, all died beneath his tentacles—and became monsters similar to him.
In the end, the Blood Alliance had no choice