Above Base City No. 185, a dreary rain fell without end.
"Well, well. We have an uninvited guest."
Yu Zhengqing crooked his lips, folded his arms, and calmly watched the black-robed figure stop in the distance.
He had long guessed someone would come knocking, but he had not expected the real mastermind himself.
"Heh, guest?"
Beneath the tattered hood, those ghostly blue eyes flickered as he said displeasedly, "On my territory, I'm the guest instead?"
"Hey, that's not right."
Yu Zhengqing waved his hands repeatedly.
"Brother, you haven't made a move yet, have you? The early bird gets the worm!"
Withering did not reply, merely staring at him in silence.
If it had only been an ordinary base city, he could not be bothered to handle it personally. He could simply have sent his subordinates to cause trouble.
But although Base Cities No. 185 and No. 187 ranked at the bottom, they had the largest populations—and the highest "quality." They were crucial materials for consolidating the embryonic form of his authority.
There were only eight base cities within Dead Line in total, and these two alone accounted for nearly half its population.
And then there was Base City No. 187. Not a single one of the Calamities sent to pursue Shen Qiuyu had returned.
They had lost four Seventh-tier beings while surrounding and killing a Sixth-tier squad?
That was not right, was it?
Even if Shen Qiuyu had broken through to the Seventh-tier, she should not have been their match!
He guessed that someone inside Base City No. 187 had most likely interfered!
How could he possibly tolerate that?
Thus, Withering mobilized a portion of his high-tier forces without hesitation, swearing to make these cultists who had appeared from nowhere pay the price!
Seeing that he remained silent, Yu Zhengqing