The range of the sensor is known as the visual range, representing the maximum distance the "eyes" of the Lighthouse can see.
This is also the domain governed by the Lighthouse.
Lighthouse Number Twenty is a larger lighthouse with a wide range of Spiritual Sensing, which ans more monsters enter its area than those of other lighthouses.
Neither Guardian Chucher nor regional Commander Tyrion ever expected Lighthouse Number Twenty to handle all the monsters entering its domain.
They, much like Lannis, simply thought their job was to hunt down Strong Monsters to the best of their ability, as long as they could ensure their own safety.
But what they could never have foreseen was that, a few days later, they suddenly discovered.
The eastern sector had beco the area with the least pressure in the entire region.
This was an unbelievable occurrence.
As the epicenter of the disaster, the exits of the Underground City were inclined towards the east; the pressure on the eastern battlefield should have been the greatest.
They began to clear the battlefield and trace back to the source to find the reason.
Then, to their shock, they found.
Lighthouse Number Twenty had let not a single monster escape.
It beca a vacuum point; not a single monster that entered its range ca out again, so much so that Lighthouse Seventeen behind it had nothing to do, even having the leisure to assist the lighthouses on either side.
"Are these three kids really that powerful?"
Chucher found it extrely unbelievable.
Although he had long known that Rod was very powerful, had gone out of his way to help him through a crisis, and had agreed to fight alongside him.
But deep down, he did not believe Rod was currently qualified to stand alongside him in battle.
At least another ten years of growth were needed before the youngster would deserve to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
But the phenona at Lighthouse Number Twenty suggested that, despite his highest expectations, he might have still underestimated Rod and overestimated himself.
Indeed.
Chucher didn’t need verification to know that all this was inevitably related to Rod.
He had personally led the other two youngsters and knew the extent of their capabilities.
His judgnt of people’s potential was very accurate; he could tell at a glance what one could achieve and what limits they could reach.
Only with Rod, he couldn’t see through him, couldn’t see any limits.
Third-Level Commander Tyrion was equally astonished; he had interacted with Rod during the Black Tide Campaign but still couldn’t believe Rod was capable of such a feat.
This was not a regional battle of the Black Tide, but a mission of the Hall Level.
Just in terms of the level of crisis, the two might be comparable, but Rod’s status was different, and the pressure he bore was unlike any other.
"Are you sure it’s him?" Tyrion asked.
"Yes."
Chucher answered gruffly, striking the ground with his hamr, the imnse booming sound adding persuasive power to his words.
"It can only be him."
"I’m heading to Lighthouse Number Twenty now,"
Tyrion said.
"Let’s see what the situation is exactly. If conditions permit, I will adjust the regional strategy, centering around Lighthouse Number Twenty; maybe we can achieve greater victories and completely change our dire situation."
Chucher struck the ground again, and the earth jumped up as if it were a drumhead.
"You’d better hurry. The threat from the Ant Queen is too great, its Spiritual Energy is increasing exponentially, and in a few more days, even if we find it, I won’t be able to defeat it head-on,"
Tyrion’s complexion turned grim, he answered with a single word: "Fine." Then he turned and rushed away.
And Chucher too, once again picked up his great hamr and axe, left the temporary command center, and disappeared into the swiftly swirling Black Fog.
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