"Yes, sir!"
To the grinding of mechanical gears, the Safe Zone's alloy gate slowly rose, and the fog outside spilled in.
Zhuang Zhong swept his hand forward and led the seven or eight elite soldiers straight into the thick fog, heading directly for the coordinates where the death had occurred.
Only after the armored gate slammed down again, sealing the passage completely, did the two sentries slump against the wall as though all their strength had drained away.
"Fuck, that scared the shit out of me..." One patted his chest, still shaken. "I thought he'd heard me spouting nonsense earlier and was going to execute me on the spot..."
"Oh, give it a rest. Didn't you see how thunderous the battalion commander's face was?" The sentry beside him lowered his voice. "It's not that he didn't hear you. He just didn't have the time to bother with you."
"Old Qiu, looks like... the higher-ups really are treating the death of a sequence level five as a special case. I wonder if those invaders from outside really have three heads and six arms."
In the dense forest outside the Safe Zone, Liu Xiaofa stood up and put away his gloves.
Sima Ji asked, "Well? Did you learn anything?"
Liu Xiaofa's gaze was complicated, and he did not answer immediately. Only after a long silence did he say, "The situation in this Eighth Domain is very different from what we expected."
"What's the problem?"
The tall Liu Xiaofa looked conflicted as he slowly began, "You might not believe this, but the population of the entire Eighth Domain... numbers in the hundreds of millions."
Alan's eyes widened in disbelief. "How many?! Hundreds of millions?! Ten to the eighth power?!"
Liu Xiaofa nodded.
Surprise also flashed through Margaret's eyes. "How... did they manage