Abyss

Ming De Hall.

Jing Hongchen stood amid a field of broken walls and rubble. His bright, luxurious clothes had long since become tattered beyond recognition. He tightly gripped a massive broken sword in his hand. It was a Class 6 Soul Tool he had personally crafted, but at this moment, it was clearly on the verge of being scrapped.

The scene before him could only be described as horrifying.

Ming De Hall, one of the sturdiest fortresses on the Douluo Continent, was no less secure than Sea God's Pavilion of Shrek Academy.

Yet such a place had now become a ruin. The uppermost section of the entire base had completely collapsed, with countless casualties. More importantly, no one knew what had happened to those highly restricted secret areas.

"Body Sect, Du Busi, I will never rest until one of us is dead!" Flames seemed to blaze in Jing Hongchen's eyes as he squeezed out each word through his hoarse throat.

That was right. Though he did not know the enemy's purpose, the ones who had just attacked Ming De Hall had undoubtedly been the Body Sect.

Since its founding, Ming De Hall had never suffered such a devastating blow. Not to mention the expensive Soul Tool Experiment Tables, the destruction of the main structures alone made Jing Hongchen's heart ache with spasms.

This was a super base located five hundred meters underground, with a total area exceeding five thousand square meters!

Its construction had consumed immense manpower and resources. The funding alone had cost at least several hundred million Gold Soul Coins.

Now that this had happened, and with the imperial turmoil occurring at the same time, restoring it to its former scale might require Jing Hongchen to pay out of his own pocket.

At that thought, he wanted to