"Bring her here!" The Chief Political Officer wasn't about to let her die like that. Gritting his teeth, he barked at the medical team rushing over, "Even if you have to slice her into pieces, turn her into medicine!"
Slice her into pieces?
Which medic would dare go near her? The water flowing from beneath Xin Lang had already discolored the soil!
"Chief Political Officer, her whole body's infected. She's gradually turning into fungus. Even if we took her to the Laboratory, I'm afraid there wouldn't be anything left of her by the end..." Before one of the doctors could finish, the Chief Political Officer shot him dead.
The others didn't dare make a sound. They could only pick up their equipment and head toward Xin Lang.
But just then, a sandstorm surged out of nowhere behind the army. In the blink of an eye, it engulfed the whole area. Yet after only a dozen seconds, the yellow sand abruptly vanished. The Chief Political Officer's people hadn't been attacked at all—but Xin Lang, beneath the protective wall, had disappeared.
"Find her!" the Chief Political Officer roared. But then someone pointed at the protective wall and said, "Why's there a chunk missing?"
A chunk really was missing. A narrow gap, dozens of meters long, had appeared in the wall near the ground. It looked as if a section had been sliced out of the middle. At most, it was a handspan wide—too narrow for a person to pass through, and even a dog would have trouble squeezing in. But once the gap appeared, the entire protective wall began to tremble, as if stretching its limbs. Cracking sounds came from within.
Before the army could retreat, the wall's incessant cracking culminated in a break down the middle. Fractures spread across its surface