Outside.
"It's been three months..."
The red-robed man stared at the passage before him, his eyes narrowed. His hands, clasped behind his back, were clenched tight, and his heart was filled with worry.
Five people had come out during these three months.
But only two of them were in decent shape. The other three were all disabled, and the remaining four were still unaccounted for.
Three months.
This length of time basically meant that everyone who had yet to come out had died in the ancient ruins.
"Report this to the Limit Dojo. Though this news will be like the sky falling in on them... One Beyond War God and one High-level War God. They're both hopes for humanity!"
"Yes."
Limit Dojo Global Headquarters.
Inside the giant spaceship-shaped building.
With the latest report in hand, Hong, dressed in black, stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window and gazed outside.
"Dojo Master, there's still no news of Fang Yi or Luo Feng."
Yaorao, who was of mixed Chinese and foreign heritage, stood to one side and reported the latest developments.
"Mm..."
Hong took a deep breath. For once, a trace of worry showed on his usually calm, indifferent face.
"Four people didn't make it out this time. Notify their families... except Luo Feng's. And don't bother notifying Fang Yi's."
"Dojo Master, it's already been three months. I'm afraid Luo Feng..."
"Do as I say."
"Yes."
Yaorao immediately acknowledged the order and left.
Yaorao knew that Hall Master Hong thought highly of Fang Yi and Luo Feng. Fang Yi had immense talent and had entered the ruins as someone Beyond War God, so the odds of anything happening to him were vanishingly small.
But why hadn't he come out? No one knew.
Luo Feng was exceptionally talented and had already reached the