Lei Qianjun flew into a rage, slamming a fist into a nearby stone pillar.
"Damn it! Those scumbags! What are they trying to do?"
"They want to turn all of us into their 'batteries' and 'meat shields'."
Zhao Hai, a researcher from Star Sea Technology, walked over with a scanner in hand, his forehead drenched in sweat.
"This Energy level is too high, and its nature is very 'viscous.' Once it merges with a Spiritual Body, our current equipment can't separate it without causing damage. Forcibly expelling it would just shred the soul along with it."
A dead silence fell over the great hall.
Internal threats and external enemies—this was a truly desperate situation.
"Since we can't get out and there's no cure, we can only tough it out."
Han Feng broke the silence. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a ruthless edge.
"As long as we hold out long enough for the Grandmasters outside to forcibly tear open a path into this Secret Realm, these people can still be saved."
