This city was fairly large. Judging from the incomplete map, even if Xu Huo fully unleashed his Spiritual World, it would only cover about one-fiftieth of the area—and that was only the places actually recorded on the map. The situation around the city was still unknown.
The Dungeon required at least twenty-five people to enter. Given the remote location and the headcount requirement, there probably would not be many people entering in total. If this Dungeon had no entrances elsewhere, finding survivors from the previous group would likely be difficult.
After killing another batch of Aliens that emerged from houses and underground, Xu Huo checked the surrounding area, turned the vehicle around, and headed toward the direction with fewer Aliens.
After traveling for about an hour, they came upon a reinforced small building. It was ten stories tall. The windows on each of the upper five floors had been sealed with iron bars, while the windows on the lower floors had not, though the building entrance had been blocked off.
"Let's rest here for a while." Xu Huo drove beneath the building. His Manifestation had already entered ahead of them, killed an Alien hiding in a corner, and thrown it outside.
The people on the Tour Bus knew that Xu Huo was the only one who could keep them alive here, so none of them dared object. They did whatever he said. Fortunately, the building was safe.
There were holes in the floor of the sixth floor and the ceiling of the tenth floor, likely dug by some small Mutant Animals. But even small animals were not necessarily easy to deal with after mutating. There were corpses on the floors above and below, their causes of death unknown. Most had been reduced to bones; some lay on the ground, while