At this moment, Tai Yu watched the void ahead, already blanketed in blazing white flames. Within it was a vague outline that not even a ghost could make out. He had sketched it in the air with his finger, but stopped after drawing only half of it.
At his side, the two eyes of the "Spirit-Channeling Demon Eye" remained intensely focused, staring at the blurry "Spirit-Channeling Diagram."
Tai Yu glanced toward the "Spirit-Channeling Demon Eye," with no intention of completing the diagram, much less directly displaying the results of his channeling to the other members of the special task team. Instead, like a textbook charlatan, he guided their actions with an inscrutable estimate:
"Confirm it first. Gather samples from the surrounding environment."
Faced with a leader like this, Gong Zhicheng had no choice but to grit his teeth and order his team to comply.
He certainly would not go himself, and neither would his subordinates.
Using the most conservative plan possible, they deployed detection equipment suited to this extreme region, including the "Grease Ball" they had acquired not long ago.
To release this special equipment, they even changed course and, more than ten kilometers above the relevant location, dropped an initial batch, allowing the things to naturally seep downward through the slowly rising high-temperature thermal matter.
No one accused him of being overly cautious. With large-scale reinforcements certain to arrive one after another, charging in recklessly without a care was what would truly worry people.
The "Grease Balls" seeped downward slowly. By the time the three Specialized Military Force teams convened, they had only just descended to the nearby area, and the signals they sent back showed no particularly obvious problems.
Gong Zhicheng's team was responsible for continuously reporting information to Command Headquarters.
Because of the thick strata, communication bandwidth