Fang Qingyu’s lted Gold Eyes suddenly constricted into needle points.
Eternal Night Territory... silently infiltrated?!
This was like a ghost phasing through the walls of the strongest fortress, a chilling sensation that gripped the heart tightly.
He turned his head sharply, his muscles tensed like steel under absolute alert, the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash nearly ready to break its sheath!
Wei Banng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan reacted just as quickly as lightning, instantly assuming defensive stances, their sharp auras locking onto the sa direction.
Even Jiang Wei paused in the action of sucking on her candy, her clear red eyes coldly looking towards that darkness.
Just three steps away beside them.
A figure stood silently without anyone knowing when she appeared.
Petite and delicate, she looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a slightly oversized, washed-out deep blue traditional work suit, the cuffs rolled up twice, revealing slender ankles.
A small face devoid of expression, with a hint of lingering childishness between her brows and eyes.
The skin was pale from lack of sun, and at this mont, she tilted her head slightly, watching the movent of the large altar and He Manhe deep within the ice cave.
No strong aura emanated from her.
Seemingly just a lost neighborhood girl, abruptly intruding into this whirlwind of snow and darkness.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze imdiately focused on the top of her head...
[???]
Three scarlet question marks, like blood frozen solid.
A presence beyond Tier Three?
Fang Qingyu’s heart was gripped as if by an enormous invisible hand, almost stopping its beat.
"You..."
Fang Qingyu’s voice was slightly hoarse, staring fixedly at that pale little face.
The girl seed disturbed by their intense reaction, furrowing her brows slightly as her gaze finally withdrew from the front, landing on the five who stood as if facing a formidable enemy.
In those eyes, distinctly black and white, there was no emotion, only a trace of puzzled disturbance.
"Why are you looking at ?"
Her voice was light, bearing a bit of the unique crispness of a young girl, but exceptionally clear within the dense Eternal Night Territory, "Weren’t you the ones who called here?"
Those words were a splash of ice water over the head, montarily halting the taut nerves of Fang Qingyu and the others.
We called her here?
Fang Qingyu suddenly rembered the pressed beacon.
Inside their hearts, a tidal wave surged.
This support... arrived too quickly.
And the strength, so high it was almost absurd.
An existence beyond Tier Three just cos like that.
"Are you the Federation’s support?!"
Fang Qingyu lowered his voice, filled with strong confirmation, his eyes involuntarily sweeping once more towards those three scarlet question marks.
The girl said nothing.
She rely expressionlessly extended a small, equally pale hand, fumbled within the loose work clothing pocket, and pulled out a palm-sized ID with a deep blue cover, its edges heavily worn.
Casually flipping open the ID, she held it out in front of Fang Qingyu.
To Fang Qingyu, the information on the ID was clearly visible:
[Divine Managent Bureau·Special Grade Strategic Sequence]
[Codena: Nine]
[Authorization: █████ (Highest)]
[Affiliation: Main Bureau Direct·Deep Sleep Archive Room]
[Note: Ergency Response Unit]
The lower right corner of the ID bore the highest-level nine-pointed star emblem of the Divine Managent Bureau.
Chu Kuanglan, Lu Jiuyuan, and Wei Banng also saw the content of the ID, their shocked expressions instantly turning into frozen stupor.
Special Grade Strategic Sequence?
Highest authorization?!
Every word carried unimaginable weight.
This girl’s identity and rank had already completely surpassed their understanding.
This was definitely not a normal "reinforcent".
Fang Qingyu took a deep breath, forcing down the shock in his heart.
Although the vigilance hadn’t entirely dissipated, the fierce killing intent towards the unknown formidable enemy had subsided.
He nodded slightly: "Understood. Thank you for the support."
The girl, codenad "Nine", retracted the ID, stuffing it back into her pocket.
Her gaze once again directed towards the depths of the ice cave, her voice still devoid of any fluctuation: "Continue the mission."
Her words were like cold commands, instantly dragging Fang Qingyu and the others back to the harsh reality.
"Yes!"
Fang Qingyu responded in a deep voice, asking no further questions.
Previously, at the observatory, Su Wanqing’s words quietly surfaced in his mind.
Giving him a hunch.
However, now was not the ti to explore these thoughts.
Everyone imdiately refocused their attention on the altar ahead.
At this mont, in the center of the ice cave.
He Manhe was already hovering several ters above the altar.
Her face, which could captivate nations, no longer held a trace of charm or laziness, only a near-divine indifference.
Muttering incantations under her breath, she uttered low, obscure syllables as if from ancient tis, each syllable prompting the dark golden runes on the altar to flow faster, the pressure inside the ice cave rising sharply.
"Take action."
Her icy voice was like judgent.
As her words settled, from the shadowed entrance of the ice cave, dozens of figures erged silently.
They were all clad in oversized, unadorned pure white robes, covering them from head to toe without revealing an inch of skin.
Moving in unison, they carried a chilling stiffness.
Like puppets manipulated by invisible threads, they moved silently and swiftly to surround the massive dark gold altar.
Underneath the gaze of everyone’s suspicious eyes.
These dozens of white-robed people ford a tight circle around the altar.
Then, in a strange, deathly silence.
They chanically moved to simultaneously draw out daggers with a cold, ominous gleam from under their spacious white sleeves.
The daggers were archaic in style, the blade edges exuding a sinister dark red, as if they had long been saturated with blood.
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