Inside the Arctic underground base, hurried footsteps erupted through a corridor like a dense drumbeat.
Li Baitian pumped his legs desperately, his leather shoes clicking sharply against the nonslip metal floor.
He gasped for breath, his lungs wheezing like bellows.
Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his collar.
Ahead, Dalens moved as fast as a galloping horse.
The representative of the Holy Human Race surged with violent fluctuations of Holy Light. Even without magic, the powerful physique of a high-ranking professional far surpassed that of an ordinary human from Great Xia.
"Huff... huff... wait!" Li Baitian felt a little desperate. He couldn't catch up. He simply couldn't!
A sudden gust swept up behind him.
The Elf Elder Waldolong skimmed past like a ghost, his movements light, his toes barely touching the ground.
The Centaur Woken's four hooves flew, their clattering making the floor resonate faintly.
The Dwarf Bagel drove his short, thick yet explosively powerful legs like a miniature bulldozer at full throttle.
Despite starting later, the three figures easily caught up and drew level with him.
"Mr. Li!" Waldolong shouted.
"Is Her Majesty the Queen all right?"
"And our Beast King!" Woken immediately followed, his voice anxious.
Bagel roared in his gravelly voice:
"Is my old man all right?!"
Li Baitian tugged his uniform tie loose as he ran and shouted through gritted teeth:
"The report... huff... didn't mention their condition! If it didn't mention them, that should mean... mean they're fine!"
That ambiguous answer clearly did nothing to ease the three representatives' worries.
"No! I need to see His Majesty myself!" Woken turned his head, his huge eyes glaring.
Li Baitian pointed at Dalens, who was about to disappear around the corner ahead, and shouted urgently, "If you really want