Though they resisted inwardly, they still had to carry out the orders. There was no helping it. Life was like that—sometimes, no matter how helpless they felt, they had to compromise.
The mercenaries began following Tra forward. Following procedure, they tossed several Glow Sticks into the pitch-black doorway to light the way. Only then did they discover all sorts of damaged mechanisms behind it.
Perhaps because of the recent explosion, not only had the door itself been blown away, but the objects behind the doorway had also taken quite an impact.
Thinking of that violent explosion, all the mercenaries felt their hearts pound. If there was another trap inside and it went off again, the entire mercenary team might be wiped out.
When the hell was this going to end? This much excitement was going to give them heart disease!
Click!
All the mercenaries froze at once, then immediately swung their gun barrels toward the source of the sound.
However, under the Headlamp beams, they discovered that a piece of wood had fallen from one of the damaged mechanisms.
For a moment, everyone let out breathless curses. Damn, that had been thrilling.
Tra looked at the others around him, waved his hand, and was the first to step into the doorway. He understood what his men were thinking, but they could not stop. The Ability Users were following behind them. If they did not move forward, the Ability Users might turn on them.
It was easy enough to guess. In this Underground Space, anything useless would naturally be discarded. Even if the Ability Users did not attack them now, what would happen afterward? Once they were abandoned by the Ability Users, the final result would still be death.
Therefore, Tra could only lead from the front. He knew that as