The atmosphere inside the command center was tense and solemn.
When they heard that the Barbarian God had slipped in through Saint Descent, everyone in the entire command center broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, there had been a human Legendary powerhouse present. Otherwise, the whole command center might have been wiped out in one fell swoop.
The commander had immediately decided to relocate overnight.
As for Chen Shouyi's suggestion of temporarily keeping out of sight, it was also quickly approved.
With him staying here, not only would he himself be in danger, the command center would become dangerous as well. No one knew whether the Barbarian God had some special means of easily locating Chen Shouyi.
With the great battle on the verge of beginning, no one dared take the risk.
In the end, they suggested a military station in the desert fifty or sixty kilometers away. It had communications equipment, so they could stay in touch at any time.
Chen Shouyi naturally had no objections.
He took the map, walked out of the command center, and, after putting some distance between himself and the small village, shot into the sky and flew toward the distance.
The night was gloomy, and the rolling thunder in the distance had already died down.
Heaven and earth had fallen completely silent.
He flew at high speed the entire way.
By now, his willpower was approaching seven hundred kilograms, yet his speed had barely increased. The closer he got to the speed of sound, the more air resistance rose in a straight line, making further acceleration increasingly difficult.
Against such speed, his ability to control the wind had become practically negligible.
Generally speaking, anything above level twelve could already be called a typhoon, with wind speeds of just over thirty meters per