Mingdetang.
Standing in the underground base, Jing Hongchen nearly ground his teeth to pieces. The scene before him could only be described as horrifying.
The entire underground base looked like a field freshly plowed before sowing, a complete mess everywhere.
Fewer than a third of the expensive laboratory tables remained intact.
Far more had been wrecked beyond recognition.
Rare metals lay scattered everywhere, and the underground base was now riddled with holes.
What depressed Jing Hongchen most was that the tremors from the earlier high-intensity battle had destabilized the ground in this area. A collapse was not out of the question.
He was currently directing the emergency relief efforts. At the very least, they had to repair the ventilation system and soul-powered elevators first. The students inside Mingdetang had barely escaped the Body Sect's surprise attack with their lives; they could not be allowed to suffocate because the ventilation system had broken down. The wounded also had to be transported out.
Never since its founding had Mingdetang suffered such a devastating blow.
Even setting aside the dead and wounded, the losses to its facilities alone amounted to an astronomical figure.
Mingdetang was not his personal property! It was the soul tool research base of the entire Sun Moon Empire!
It also shouldered the vital task of manufacturing high-end soul tools.
Even with his status in the Sun Moon Empire, he could not shirk responsibility for a disaster of this magnitude. He would have to bear tremendous pressure from the imperial family.
"Body Sect! Du Busi!"
Jing Hongchen's eyes blazed with fury.
He had wanted to fight Du Busi to the death, but Du Busi had anticipated that he would not let the matter rest. Partway along the passage, he had simply detonated a bomb and blown the tunnel completely shut.