The underground of S12 Zone was the main base of the Neutralists.
But in reality, through more than twenty years of effort by Zhuang Su, Qi Mo, and the others, the Neutralists had already expanded their influence across the entire island.
Over the years, the Neutralists had always developed with extreme caution.
This island was already scarred and rusted beyond recognition. The "tyranny" left behind by the Church of Storms would be remembered...
And so would the "hope" sown by the Neutralists.
Therefore, the Neutralists did not need to show themselves or preach.
They only needed people to know... that they existed.
Then, they would be everywhere.
Gu Shen returned to the surface carrying the Iron Box. Watching Qi Mo and Zhuang Su disappear into the slum swallowed by the night behind him, he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.
Borrowing momentum, borrowing momentum.
He had already done it.
Before long, public sentiment throughout South Cave would solidify... That was naturally good for him, but if the Neutralists' flames continued to burn and stirred up the entire Sang Continent Grotto, would that truly be a good thing?
He had to fight the Four Divine Envoys and fight Su Ye.
No matter who won or lost in the end, it would only be the ordinary people here who suffered.
Vermillion Bird would not even blink when killing Extremists... As for these miserable civilians, he cared even less whether they lived or died.
"...New life often comes after death."
Seeing him lost in thought, Chu Ling softly reminded him, "Don't you think the Four Divine Envoys' construction of the Air Domain is very abnormal?"
Gu Shen's thoughts returned.
After the Beast Tide split apart, the four Divine Envoys in the Eastern Cave had actually gathered quickly and set up