Edge of the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea.
Fang Qingyu and his team stood on the scorched ground, with a wall of churning purple clouds ahead that seemed to inhale and exhale electric serpents, the deafening thunder like a battle drum beating ceaselessly in everyone's chest cavity.
The strong ozone scent in the air and the pervasive static made their exposed skin tingle.
"Check your equipment, push your Protective Qi Blood to the limit." Wei Banmeng's voice came through the communicator, clear and steady in everyone's earpieces, "Once inside, follow the planned formation. Brother Chu will lead, Brother Lu on the left wing, I'll take the right, Qingyu will support the center, and Xiaojiang in the core. Keep the communication channel silent, speak only when necessary, use text communication. Move out!"
As his words ended.
