Before the exact moment of seven o'clock the next morning arrived, in less than half a day.
To be precise, although it was impossible to know the outside world's reaction from within the trial world, quite a few relatively "well-informed" user groups—or official personnel already on the Special Investigation Bureau's payroll—were mobilized on a large scale first through the livestreams maintained by Level-Two Main God Users.
Only afterward came the relatively semi-official, semi-civilian user groups.
So when he suddenly received a call late at night, Li Yun silently opened his eyes upon seeing the caller ID: "Li Jiye."
Once someone gave up thinking, life could become rather simple.
—Because they would instinctively seek help from an "external brain."
"So, Old Li, do you understand now what indirect effects come with wearing a military rank?"
After hearing the other man explain the situation, he was even in the mood to tease the voice on the other end of the line.
"Objectively speaking, at least based on the information you know, this may not simply be a fight over some resource—"
"If that area itself is not under domestic control, then sending additional personnel in to handle it directly already proves a certain attitude."
His gaze shifted.
At the edge of an ever-deepening pit in the Cemetery District, someone whose entire face had been wrapped up like a Rice Dumpling was forcibly enduring the signs that even his flesh and blood were about to stiffen, madly drawing in the invisible golden aura spreading through the air.
Traces of sharp sword qi occasionally scattered around him, crisscrossing as though they intended to cut away certain marks within the void.
Even the underground undead that occasionally rose were often cleaved into fragments by that fierce edge within one or two exchanges—
The Golem's Severed