"Black Shark! Respond if you can hear me!"
"Silver Fox, Flying Eagle! Night Owl! Respond if you can hear me!"
Dragon Soul stood amid the ruins, his hoarse voice calling out to his teammates over the radio.
His body was covered in torn, ragged clothes, and his forehead had been split open by some hard object, blood staining half his face red. Yet he paid it no mind.
What worried him more was that all four of his teammates had lost contact.
All their preparations, all their plans, had become useless from the moment they teleported into the epicenter.
No one had expected the energy erupting from the epicenter to be so powerful. Just seconds after teleporting over, everyone had been struck by seismic waves and scattered.
Even the Dragon Soul Squad, the team with the strongest overall capabilities, could not hold formation. In just five seconds, they had all vanished from one another's sight.
As the captain, Dragon Soul had exhausted himself merely to protect himself. He had no strength left to look after anyone else. He had not even been able to help Shadow, because he simply could not get close to the Earth Vein Pillar.
Had Shadow successfully weakened the earthquake? He did not know.
He only knew that these few minutes had felt like years, and everything around him seemed to be falling apart.
Now that the earthquake had stopped, he crawled out from the ruins and tried to contact his teammates, but received no response.
His heart grew incomparably heavy.
He tried searching the surrounding area for others, but what drove him to despair was that he could not find a single person alive—not even a corpse.
He knew very well that failing to find bodies did not mean everyone had survived. It meant the