Yang Yunshan left the rift exit and returned to the monitoring and command center in the staging area.
Ahead, a giant screen wall over two meters high and more than ten meters wide was partitioned into a dozen areas of varying sizes.
On it, the visualized information of various abyss monitoring readings flickered interchangeably around the Huanmao perimeter and inside the staging area.
More than a dozen clerical investigators kept answering phones, communicating with various parties, and information poured in to Yang Yunshan like snowflakes.
At that moment, Yang Yunshan sat in the main seat, his eyes bloodshot and his spine slightly arched, exuding the fierce and grim aura of a wounded beast.
An administrative investigator in charge of communications compilation held a tablet, his expression looking rather grim.
Thinking of the data he had just obtained, he hesitated for a few seconds before biting the bullet and walking over.
"Director Yang..." He swallowed, his throat feeling somewhat dry.
Yang Yunshan did not turn his head, his gaze falling on a corner of the big screen where the situation in the exit zone was displayed.
"Speak." A single word, and its weight was unquestionable.
The clerical investigator hardened his heart. "The first batch of rescue forces totaled three hundred ninety-seven people."
"Currently, two hundred three people have successfully evacuated, and one hundred ninety-four people have failed to evacuate."
"Among the evacuated personnel, fifty-nine are heavily injured, one hundred twenty-two are lightly injured, and only twenty-two are completely unhurt."
"Among the unevacuated personnel, thirty-five deaths have been visually confirmed, and the rest of the situations are unclear."
"Of the forty-five Third-order Martial Artists, thirty-one successfully evacuated, two deaths were confirmed, and the others are missing."
"Two hundred one Second-order..."
Yang Yunshan raised a hand, cutting off his report, his voice trembling