The blood flowing from the wound...
has almost solidified.
Obviously, it wasn't killed today.
This should be an obstacle that Fang Qingyu casually cleared away upon entering.
"Divide into teams as planned!"
Wei Banmeng's voice echoed in the front hall, cold and swift.
Instantly suppressing the slight disturbance caused by the bloody scene.
Without a moment of hesitation.
The core members, already drilled countless times, immediately took action.
"First team, with me!"
Chu Kuanglan roared lowly, like a fierce tiger out of its gate, rushing first towards a wide corridor leading to the side buildings.
A hundred martial artists with ferocious auras immediately followed, their footsteps thundering.
"Second team, go."
Lu Jiuyuan spoke concisely, his figure drifting like smoke.
Leading another group of a hundred, they charged towards the main stairs ahead, aiming directly at the upper levels.
"Third team, this way."
