Star City's officials had keenly caught this subtle shift and were doing everything they could to stop the special task force, focusing their efforts on eliminating the Bizarre Tree's remnants and hunting it down.
Of course, these elite fighters like Han Jingjing clearly weren't focused on that anymore. They had also keenly judged that the Bizarre Tree was like a grasshopper in autumn, with only a few days left to hop around. Star City's Action Bureau was more than capable of wiping it out. They had more important things to deal with now.
Destroying Baizhang's adventurer team a few days ago had been a huge gain for Star City. They had not only obtained important intelligence from the prisoners, but also learned the true fighting strength of the underground world.
Knowing yourself and your enemy might not guarantee victory in every battle, but it was still far better than the complete ignorance they'd been mired in before.
Of course, the more they learned about the Underground Race's strength, the heavier their hearts grew. They were a terrifying and difficult enemy.
Even the most optimistic person would have a hard time saying how likely they were to win this battle.
Judging by their strength on paper alone, almost everyone would think the underground world had too great an advantage.
In terms of individual combat strength, the Underground Race was stronger.
They also had more fighters—far more.
As for their fighting style, the Underground Race was even more fearless in the face of death. Their environment had shaped them that way.
If the Surface World had any advantage, it was firepower. That was an advantage the underground world simply didn't have.
There was another factor that couldn't be overlooked: for countless millennia, the Underground Race had been working tirelessly to infiltrate the