Mental Body

The shrill alarm sounded like heavenly music.

Soaked in blood, he could no longer count how many times he had relied on his Biological Armor to heal his wounds.

Chen Yangtian leaned against the rooftop of an old-fashioned bank, gasping for breath.

He looked sorrowfully at the military district members who had fought their way out with him. His hands trembled slightly as he wiped the blood from his face.

Only 33 remained. Twenty-seven still retained their Combat Power, while six were seriously wounded.

Of the hundred-man team, only this handful was left alive.

His heart bled.

He could hardly imagine how he was supposed to face the Commander-in-Chief.

These warriors were the elite of the elite, seeds selected from one in ten thousand for the Underground City Project.

An hour ago, he had been full of confidence, thinking he could lead a hundred Third Order fighters safely back.

But now.

The monsters below had completely blocked their escape route.

Once the alarm ended, every one of them would die.

He slammed his fist into the ground beneath him. At that moment, he could no longer maintain his usual composure.

Maybe there was still hope?

When they had fought their way out of the monsters' encirclement—no, when they had fled the monsters' encirclement—

Two of them had displayed Combat Power beyond their limits, much like the Gene Lock the researchers had described.

If not for those two bursts of power, even more of them would have died.

But after their outburst, the two of them had fallen into comas and never awakened.

If several more Awakened could unlock their Gene Locks in the battles to come, was there still a chance they could survive?

Thinking of this, he forced himself to rally his spirits and encourage everyone:

"There's still hope!"