Each Had Their Own Agenda, and the Foreign Races Were Eager to Send Their Men to Their Deaths!

"I'm not happy at all. Your plan failed, yet now you want me to deal with all the trouble that came afterward." Ji Wuming looked down at him, clearly displeased that the other party had disguised himself as Ji Wuming.

"What? Should I take your current appearance as a provocation?"

"Heh, Lord Ji, you're joking." The figure coming up the stairs paused, then suddenly laughed.

Then, in the footage sent back by the Pathfinder, everyone saw an unbelievable sight.

The 'Ji Wuming' who had walked out had done nothing obvious. His body merely twisted slightly. He lowered his head and raised it again, and his face rapidly transformed into that of an ordinary middle-aged man with a sallow complexion.

Including the time spent lowering his head, the entire transformation had taken no more than two seconds!

"My god, with old Hooke watching over us, what kind of disguise technology is this?"

"Damn, he changed like a stage magician. Not only did his face change, even his body did too."

"Fuck, why can't we understand what they're saying? When we get back, we have to apply to Lord Hunter Tiger for a translator!"

"Record it! Record the footage! We'll have that translator translate it for us later."

"They went inside! Hurry, Chi, get the Pathfinder to follow them!"

The Pingtan Soldiers staring fixedly at the footage erupted into excitement.

Anyone who saw such superb disguise technology would find it impossible to remain calm.

Only Tuoba Chi stayed composed. He quickly switched to manual mode and controlled the Pathfinder to follow closely.

The first section of the pitch-black staircase leading downward had exactly eighty steps and descended roughly twenty-four meters.

An ordinary detector would basically lose its signal and return after reaching that depth.

Fortunately, the signal source of the Pathfinder, purchased