A cold, authoritative shout resounded like a thunderclap from the ninth heaven, exploding loudly.
As the raging gale swept in, it instantly drowned out all the monsters’ howls.
This was no ordinary wind, but a gang wind created by tiny spatial fissures.
Wherever the wind passed, cold light burst through the air, like countless blades forming a sword glint.
Those ferocious monsters were like paper, instantly sliced and torn apart, turning into a sky full of flying blood and flesh.
In just a few seconds, the thick fog and twisted figures in the corridor ahead were cleared away completely.
The remaining monsters in the surrounding corners shrieked in fear, retreating into the deeper mist as if they had met their natural enemy.
Strangely, the wind seemed almost spiritual.
While it howled across the position where everyone stood, it only made their clothes flutter without causing any substantial harm.
As the monsters disappeared, the gale ceased instantly, as if it had never been there.
In the air, only a slight wave remained, soon swallowed by the returning grey mist.
"This is... Domain..."
Feng Jincai raised his hand to shield against the settling dust, squinting and murmuring to himself.
This powerful ability to precisely distinguish friend from foe at will.
Obviously, only those who surpassed the pinnacle of A-Class and stepped over the S-Class threshold could possess it.
Zhuo Feng seemed to think of something, excitement suddenly appearing on his face.
The others who narrowly escaped death widened their eyes in surprise and looked towards the direction the wind had come from.
They saw a figure wearing a black mask, walking over the scattered remains.
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Yet that commanding presence made it impossible for others to look him in the eye.
Behind him was a team of Hunters dressed in black combat suits, holding assault rifles.
They filed into the corridor, quickly establishing a crossfire defense line.
Luo Lie stepped forward to them, his blade-like gaze sweeping across the scene of devastation.
Finally, it landed on Feng Jincai, questioning coldly:
"What on earth happened here?"
Feng Jincai’s heart tightened, instinctively swallowing, unable to speak coherently under the overwhelming pressure.
"Reporting to the Minister!"
Zhuo Feng immediately stepped forward and replied loudly:
"About half an hour ago, we were still in the conference room holding a meeting when grey mist suddenly appeared around us, engulfing the entire floor, cutting off electricity and communications."
"We were all trapped here, and many of our brothers were attacked by monsters hidden in the mist and were unfortunately killed."
"Station Chief Feng judged that we were trapped within some Inner World and that we must quickly find a way out, so he led us to use clay bombs to destroy the main control room, hoping to dismantle the center of this world to escape."
Zhuo Feng succinctly explained the situation clearly.
Hearing this, Luo Lie glanced at the honestly standing Feng Jincai, then his gaze shifted to the bombed main control room not far away.
Just a glance made his brows furrow slightly.
Inside the opening was a bizarre scene resembling biological innards.
Charred cables and tendon intertwined, the blood-red tissues constantly wriggling, emitting wet and slippery sounds of "schloop, schloop."
It was as if a giant heart was beating.
Dark red mucus seeped from the "wounds" in the wall, exuding a fishy, sweet scent of blood.
He then lifted his head, looking at the ceiling.
The hanging flesh buds, like tentacles, slowly contracted and relaxed overhead, seemingly breathing.
Others followed Luo Lie’s gaze, looking around.
Now steadying their minds, they observed these horrific scenes again.
Aside from the initial shock, a strong sensation of nausea surged up, churning their stomachs.
Many turned pale, struggling not to retch.
Luo Lie retracted his gaze, his expression serious.
Previously, as he led the pursuit of White Owl, he too got lost in this thick fog, trapped within the 87th-floor experimental area.
He not only lost track of his quarry but also couldn’t find a route back to the top floor or down to the building’s base.
While trapped, Luo Lie had been continuously fighting against monsters pouring from the grey mist.
Until just now, when he suddenly sensed a strong spatial fluctuation coming from above.
It seemed the Barrier enveloping the surroundings had loosened considerably.
Luo Lie decisively seized the fleeting opportunity, deploying Domain Power to forcibly strike a weak point in the space.
Fortunately, the stairway leading to the top floor emerged from the mist.
It now seemed that the fluctuation was indeed caused by Feng Jincai and others detonating the explosives.
With this realization, Luo Lie’s sharp gaze swept once more towards Feng Jincai and Zhuo Feng:
"Can you contact Jia Sangyi?"
Hearing this, Feng Jincai’s face twitched slightly, bowing his head quickly:
"Report to the Minister, just now Xiao Zhuo attempted the Spiritual Link and satellite communications but couldn’t connect..."
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhuo Feng.
"Yes, Minister, I tried all kinds of methods, but none succeeded."
Zhuo Feng immediately chimed in:
"Master Jia Sangyi has gone missing. We intended to investigate his rest area but found that room and the nearby area had vanished, as if they never existed."
Hearing this, Luo Lie’s brows furrowed deeper, sinking into thought:
The others looked at each other, at a loss.
Despite the surrounding grey mist, occasionally punctuated by low monster growls, their expressions relaxed somewhat.