The sound came from far to near, like a tidal wave, and even the slight vibrations traveling through the ground could be felt underfoot.
Fang Qingyu abruptly looked up.
That's the direction of... Old Port District C7 Dock!?
"No time left." Fang Qingyu made a quick decision, stuffed the nameplate into his pocket, and scanned the unconscious captive. "Take him, let's go."
Qin Hui didn't say a word, slinging the limp Modified Martial Artist over his shoulder as if he were carrying a sack.
Old Qiao, Qi Hao, and Lv Chen immediately closed in around Jiang Wei, protecting her in the center.
Fang Qingyu charged ahead, his shadowy figure transformed yet again into a streak of light tearing through the ruins, sprinting towards the direction of C7 Dock, heading straight into the ever-closer horrifying sound wave.
The squad members followed closely, leaping and running between the broken walls, pushing their Speed to the limit.
