Qin Hui opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but in the end, he just pressed his lips tightly together and nodded heavily.
He understood that going down there at that level would an nothing but being a burden to the others.
A suffocating sense of powerlessness gripped his heart.
Jiang Wei silently lifted her small face, her clear, wide eyes unblinkingly watching Fang Qingyu, her aning unmistakable.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze turned to the other side.
Wei Banng stood with arms crossed, leaning against the cold streetlamp, her dark purple combat suit almost rging with the night, only those cold, bright eyes standing out in the darkness, like a night owl fixed on its prey, quietly watching Fang Qingyu.
Her attitude spoke loud and clear.
Fang Qingyu was silent for a few seconds, eting the two’s gaze, and eventually nodded, "Jiang Wei, Wei Banng, co with down."
....
The next morning, seven fifty.
The atmosphere at A-1 entrance was as heavy as an iron plate.
The massive alloy gate glead with a cold light like the teeth of a giant beast.
This place was far removed from the camp’s clamor, with only the howling sea wind and the distant pit’s force field humming faintly.
Fang Qingyu was clad in a mysterious black combat suit, the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash slung across his back, a silver briefcase in hand.
Jiang Wei stood quietly by his side.
Her small body was wrapped in a specially made dark combat suit, her small face tense.
Wei Banng was like a cold shadow of Fang Qingyu, her aura retracted to the extre, the scabbard of the double blades glinting with a ghostly light in the morning sun.
In front of them, Su Wanqing had already donned a matte black tight combat suit, her chestnut hair tied into a neat ponytail.
She carried no conspicuous weapons, rely standing there silently, yet emanating an invisible, chilling pressure that lded her whole being into the surrounding space.
Behind her stood a dozen figures in solemnity.
Only three or four faces had Fang Qingyu seen among the elite team in the camp, such as the captain of the "Rock" team, Ma Yan, who at this mont slightly nodded towards Fang Qingyu, his gaze complicated.
The others had varied auras, so as steady as mountains, so as sharp as needles, so as elusive as phantoms, evidently ergency reinforcents from various sources, true confidant experts.
Their eyes were keen, with little interaction among themselves, exuding a silent aura of iron and efficiency.
Su Wanqing’s gaze swept across the three, lingering slightly on Jiang Wei, then withdrew without any superfluous words, "Ti’s up. Move out."
She then turned, stepping forward towards the slowly opening alloy gate.
At the instant her body penetrated that layer of invisible force field barrier...
Buzz!
A layer of warm, sacred, life-infused pure white light instantly radiated from her body!
The light wasn’t glaring but carried a purifying essence to cleanse all filth.
An odd power that soothed all restlessness enveloped her completely.
The matte black of her combat suit under this white light astonishingly revealed a touch of divinity.
At this mont, Su Wanqing was like a goddess descending from the heavens, awe-inspiring and unyielding, a stark contrast to the enchanting bar owner from last night!
She continued walking, shrouded in that purifying white light, leading the way into the rolling purple-black miasma.
Behind her, a dozen figures, including Fang Qingyu’s trio, followed without hesitation, quickly swallowed by the viscous, chilling darkness.
The gate thunderously closed behind them, sealing off the last trace of daylight.
Ahead lay the bottomless, peril-filled underground labyrinth.
And the ancient fierce beasts lurking at the end of the darkness, awaiting their prey.
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