Crisis Surges

"Team Leader Lin!"

"Lin An!"

"Lord Lin An!!"

In the hall of the Core Fortress, more than a hundred personnel in various positions looked at Lin An, who had returned to the base, their eyes filled with excitement.

Some were even so incoherent that they could barely speak.

Tens of thousands of survivors crowded around the Core's outer perimeter, craning their necks in hopes of catching a glimpse of him.

The title of the Global First Third Order was nothing short of a bombshell, leaving everyone utterly stunned.

Looking at the crowd before him, Lin An could not help feeling dazed.

With the differing flow of time, he had spent so long in the trial, yet only a few days had passed in the outside world.

It felt as though he had passed through another lifetime.

Looking at the familiar yet changed hall, the team members rushing over from the distance, and Zhuanxu's greetings coming from above his head...

The pressure he had accumulated during the trial vanished in an instant.

With a smile on his face, he was like a soldier returning home from the battlefield, listening to the lively, earthy bustle around him. Everything was so relaxing.

The crowd was feverish.

It was hard to say how much torment they had endured in their hearts during the short few days Lin An had been away.

Especially the members of the team.

It was no exaggeration to say that Lin An was the sole core of Dragon An Base.

The establishment of all order, including the base's very existence, depended on him.

If anything happened to Lin An, all the forces held under tremendous pressure within the base would clash and split apart in an instant.

The base vehicle would self-destruct, the Sandworm would run wild, and all Spiritual