Above the high wall, the burly, stubble-faced figure made no attempt to hide his malice, his weapon trained from afar on their vehicle.
It looked like an ordinary rifle, yet the instant its muzzle locked onto them, Ji Jue felt a chill run down his spine.
What kind of good stuff was this now?!
His eyes lit up, unable to suppress his curiosity.
Ji Liu rolled down the window, slowly extended a hand and waved it around before finally showing his face toward the searchlight. "Old Tian, it's me, Da Liu!"
"Who the fuck cares who you are?" Bearded Old Tian was expressionless. "Where's the verification? Hurry it up, or my bullets won't give a damn whether you're Big Liu or Little Zhang..."
Tong Shan removed his glove and held his palm faintly toward the outpost ahead. Complex Spirit Essence Circuits emerged across his palm, countless strands intertwining before connecting with the Spirit Essence Circuits extending from within the outpost.
The three-tier key verification was complete.
Identity, soul, and mark—all confirmed.
"...So you really are the advance team from Yacheng?"
The barrel wavered slightly. After dawdling for a while, Old Tian emerged from the high wall. He circled their vehicle several times before waving toward the people behind him. The gate opened.
The outpost was not large. It had temporarily occupied the ruins of a sports stadium, and after rebuilding its fortifications, the interior space was only about the size of several large football fields. Tents and wire fences stood everywhere, alongside Spirit Essence traps and other defensive measures.
In less than two months, the permanent advance team had taken root in the heart of Quancheng and built a semi-permanent defensive installation.
The camp was bustling and noisy, people constantly coming and going. Seeing reinforcements arrive, they eagerly gathered nearby