"What are we responsible for rescuing people? What about the wormholes?"
Zhong Shenxiu brought his people to Building A and suddenly asked Wang Jiangang.
"Please rest assured. It seems that because they're bearing the pressure of two worlds, those wormholes are extremely fragile. Basically... a Martial Artist can fully erupt their Qi and Blood and destroy one with a single strike..."
That was Wang Jiangang's answer. "It's just that we can't let the wormholes persist. Otherwise, they'll continuously attract fiends from the heavens..."
Put that way, the role of Martial Artists is equivalent to a tactical Vanguard Squad, charging straight for the wormholes every time and resolving them as quickly as possible? No wonder the casualties are so severe...
But as long as the wormholes are destroyed, the effects of the spirit world will gradually dissipate, and firearms and other technology will become useful again. On top of that, those fiends from the heavens might not be acclimatized to this place, so their strength could be even weaker. Then they can be wiped out easily...
Zhong Shenxiu grumbled inwardly, but this wasn't his mission this time, so he didn't ask further. He led the way into the first floor of Building A and shouted, "We're with the Star Alliance! Survivors, come out quickly if you can hear us! Withdraw with us!"
Only after he shouted three times did some doors blocked by wooden tables secretly open a crack, revealing the faces behind them.
"Quick, come with us!"
Wang Jiangang and the others were more experienced. They shouted, "We're with the Star Alliance! Hurry and withdraw with us! Don't bring any luggage, don't bring any luggage! Also... these buildings have already become dangerous structures. Move carefully—they could collapse at any moment!"
Zhong Shenxiu examined the high-rise buildings in the spirit world