"We have reports of incoming missiles," a technician's frantic voice crackled directly into Xinyuan's earpiece.
Xinyuan's entire body stiffened mid-air. Pure adrenaline replaced the blood in his veins because he had just teleported Wenzhi back to the Sovereign city, leaving himself behind to mop up the remaining horde.
Worse, the rift was beginning to bleed a dense, suffocating deep red mist. The entire sector of Yanjing was officially becoming a Red Zone. It was bitterly disappointing. Xinyuan had cherished, deeply personal memories in Yanjing City, and watching it rot into a wasteland felt like a physical blow.
Thankfully, the civilians and the weaker Guides had already been fully evacuated from the perimeter. The remaining Bureau Espers were still aggressively trading blows with the monsters, dragging the injured out of the crossfire.
As Xinyuan scanned the warzone, his brow furrowed. Chenxi was nowhere to be seen. Had the fire Esper already pulled back to the city?
