Lin Mo gazed into the distance and said gravely:
"Let's wait for the others first."
Before long, Chen Jianguo called over Communications, reporting one after another that they had found the Seventh-Order Experts and were guiding them over.
Yadis the dragon was the first to arrive.
Kael had told it the direction in which the portal had opened, and it had remembered. After leaving and weathering the shock wave, it had immediately hurried over to regroup.
Seeing that everyone was all right, it breathed a sigh of relief as well.
That explosion had been too terrifying. It did not dare imagine whether it could have survived had it stayed where it was.
Soon, heavy footsteps came from the snowstorm to the northeast.
A six-legged reconnaissance robot with a scorched-black shell climbed up the icy slope. Its mechanical eyes flashed a few times before casting an identification beam toward Lin Mo and the others.
Behind it, Warwick emerged, dragging a broken, massive Demon Clan blade.
Much of the fur on this Werewolf Clan Seventh-Order Expert had been singed, and his shoulders and chest bore freshly healed marks. His steps were noticeably unsteady, but his gaze remained fierce.
Lin Mo immediately went to meet him:
"Warwick, how are you?"
Warwick bared his teeth slightly, his voice hoarse:
"I'm fine."
"I've already used a healing scroll. This is just the period of weakness after my berserk state ended. I'll recover after some rest."
He glanced at Lin Mo and instead frowned:
"You look worse than I do."
Lin Mo waved a hand. "My magic power is depleted. It's nothing serious."
Warwick looked around at everyone and asked:
"Where are the others?"
Lin Mo said, "We're still looking. The shock wave scattered everyone."
"By the way, can you use your domain to help locate