The devouring lasted two full Wasteland Days.
No one knew what was happening in that mysterious space inside the High Tower.
All people could hear was a series of crunching sounds, like some monster chewing raw meat.
Sleirin's soldiers were somewhat worried.
After all, the Insect Race's Deputy Legion Commander and their commander, Ye Qiyan, had lost contact at the same time.
Clearly, the two were fighting in the hidden space above the High Tower.
That chewing... did not sound like something from the human side. It sounded more like something the bugs would make.
Had Commander Ye Qiyan already lost?
Some began to harbor such worries.
Raymond, the legion commander of Sleirin's soldiers, did not think so.
He did not know Ye Qiyan very well.
Nor did he know just how famous Ye Qiyan was in the Wasteland these days. He knew only one thing...
Ye Qiyan was strong.
Not strong in terms of sheer power, but possessed of a strength Raymond had never seen before.
Complex, impure, imperfect.
Look at these machines, then those demons, those Calamity Beasts that were like demons, and even the endless varieties of calamities and disasters appearing in a frenzy...
He had never imagined that a human could control so many powers at once without the slightest imbalance.
Take any one of those powers-as long as it developed to the end, it would surely produce a Top-Level Train Conductor.
But how many did Ye Qiyan possess?
There was no way to measure it...
No one knew how many more unknown powers remained under Ye Qiyan's command within [Pride].
Raymond knew even less.
"Trust the commander. Besides, didn't Commander Fan Huo say it too? Commander Ye Qiyan will never lose."
Fan Huo's support had arrived on the second day.
The materials were neatly stacked