The Director-General did not dwell on the hidden meaning in Ke Meng's words. He was busy on his end, too.
"I saw you seemed to have subdued that enormous dome. Is that true?"
"It's true."
"Good. Keep the lockdown in place. Don't let anyone escape," the Director said excitedly.
"The Investigation Bureau's barrier has sealed the exits, so the people inside can't get out either. Search every corner of the Investigation Bureau building carefully. Don't let them slip away."
"But this is risky. Are there any S-Class members with you? You'd better move together. The enemy knows our internal layout very well, as though they'd scouted it beforehand, even though the Investigation Bureau itself has a barrier that blocks perception," the Director muttered.
Perception-blocking barriers aren't all-powerful, Ke Meng thought. Cthulhu, for instance, can peer inside the Investigation Bureau.
But some things could block an evil god's Synesthesia. A few things came to Ke Meng's mind.
He shook his head, went downstairs, and rejoined Old Shi.
Old Shi was resting against the wall as well. He was exhausted, but he had not reached the end of his rope yet. He could still fight.
Ke Meng gave Old Shi a meaningful look without saying anything, then touched the Sealing Pavilion's door again.
The sensation of roaring flames was still there. Through the door, he could sense that the Sealing Pavilion had not completely cleared away the fire inside.
The Sealing Pavilion had not lied. There really was fire inside, and it was extremely difficult to deal with.
Even without a physical substance, it could keep burning.
The Sealing Pavilion's mind, or rather its soul, could also serve as fuel for the flames.
The terrifying fire burned even souls. Ordinary people stood no chance of resisting it. Keeping the door closed was