"What! We can only grit our teeth and go in?"
"Easy for them to say! Is this something we can just grit our teeth and do? Have they seen how terrifying it is over there?"
Half-Ice Continent.
An investigator near the scene checked the reply on his phone, his brow twitching violently.
When he looked up at the sky again, that blood-red beam chilled him to the core. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he dared not approach.
He seemed to hear countless people shouting, yet no one around him was making a sound.
If he could hear it from so far away, he might die without even knowing how if he approached the center.
"Aaaah!" A veteran investigator who had gone mad ran out of the disaster zone, his eyes bloodshot, his hands clutching his head as he muttered strange sounds.
"Knock him out!"
A black shadow swept past and knocked the veteran captain to the ground.
After he was knocked unconscious, the veteran captain's eyes lost focus and naturally closed. His limp body slumped onto the ground.
At last, he stopped muttering those maddening, incomprehensible words.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately afterward, more victims came charging out, clutching their heads and screaming.
"Knock them out! All of them!" someone ordered.
The black shadow darted past at tremendous speed, knocking out every victim who ran out and transferring them to a designated site for collective quarantine.
"What do we do? Are we really going to send people in to die?"
Everyone hesitated, but the acting commander steeled himself and shouted, "We have to send someone in!"
The moment he said this, countless eyes turned toward him.
Many investigators looked uncomfortable. If they were ordered to their deaths, they would be utterly unwilling.
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