"Clatter!"
The mahjong tile slipped from the Cat-Eared Girl Annie's hand and fell to the floor with a sharp clack.
In the quiet restaurant, the sound was particularly jarring.
Eighth Order!
The Terra powerhouses, who had been red-faced from arguing over pungs and kongs moments earlier, suddenly turned deathly pale.
Lin Mo's pupils abruptly contracted!
Had they come so soon?
"Understood. I'll be right back!"
He snapped the Terminal shut and sprang to his feet, his chair scraping backward with a piercing screech.
"Everyone, new Demon Clan forces have arrived on Terra!"
"We must get back immediately!"
"Crash-"
Everyone snapped out of their daze and scrambled to their feet.
The mahjong tiles on the table were knocked over, scattering across the floor with a clatter, but no one spared them another glance.
Lin Mo turned to Liu Youwan, who looked somewhat stunned by this major turn of events.
"Arrange the Subway immediately! Get us back to the Arctic Base!"
"Understood!" Liu Youwan came back to his senses and immediately took out his phone to make arrangements without the slightest hesitation.
Everyone rushed out of the restaurant, climbed into the dedicated vehicles kept ready at all times, and sped toward the Subway station.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was oppressively tense.
No one spoke. There was only the sound of heavy breathing.
Every face was ashen, and there was no telling what thoughts were running through their minds.
Lin Mo was already holding a Tablet Computer, opening the satellite surveillance footage Long Zhan had just sent.
On the screen, deep in the heart of the Demon Clan's occupied territory on the Terra Continent, the enormous spatial rift, over five hundred meters in diameter, stood incongruously like a monster's mouth.
Suddenly, the calm Space Wormhole began twisting and rippling violently.
Light and