Creak——
Creak——
The truck slowly moved forward, and with each meter gained, it seemed to be fighting an invisible resistance, the body occasionally emitting a dull metallic grinding sound.
Inside the camp, dozens of monitoring instruments were all aligned towards the direction from which the truck entered, and everyone was staring intently at the data jumping on the screens.
Thanks to Cheng Ye, the "calibration object," the truck could carry a monitoring sphere for detection into the Immortal Realm.
This was the only way to monitor internal contamination intensity without triggering an infection surge.
The detection instrument mounted on the truck's cab was capable of real-time data transmission to the truck's rear, which had not yet fully entered the realm.
Yet even so, it alarmed the Immortal Realm, a barely perceptible energy fluctuation swept frequently over the truck's body like a radar scan, exuding a subtle sense of intimidation.
"Got it! Finally, we have data!"
