“I heard you mention that this seems to be a landmark of the New World.” Genava ‘came to a realization.’ “That’s the root of the problem, so much so that the New World’s landmark building overlaps to a certain extent with Ceningmis, allowing us to see it several kilometers away?”
“That’s right.” Shang Jianyao—who had one hand paralyzed-couldn’t punch his right fist into his left palm. He then wistfully and calmly looked in the direction of the hazy tower and rationally said, “Let’s go.”
Genava didn’t object.
The two of them sped up and ran back, but they didn’t follow their original route. Instead, they circled around a little to avoid encountering the Eighth Research Institute.
When they were about to leave the dark area enveloped by the fog, Shang Jianyao stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Genava asked as he braked, not adding the word ‘now.’
Shang Jianyao smiled. “The strengthening of the vortex seems to have stopped; it didn’t spread out any further. Yes, it’s even calming down bit by bit.”
Genava analyzed the situation for a few seconds and said, “The Eighth Research Institute’s quarantine measures are showing its effects?”
Although he and Shang Jianyao had yet to discover what quarantine measures the Eighth Research Institute had taken, they could only guess in this direction in the current situation.
“What if it’s a restriction of some existence in the New World?” Shang Jianyao retorted.
Genava couldn’t rule out this possibility and could only sigh with emotion. “Fortunately, it didn’t spread. Otherwise, we could only consider the nuke.”
The Old Task Force’s bottom line was that they couldn’t let the Heartless disease erupt in the Ashlands again.
Shang Jianyao didn’t answer Genava and praised him in an incongruous manner, “The night is long; the Arbiter of Fate blesses thee!”
Genava took nearly two seconds to understand why the fellow said that.
This exploration indicated that there was indeed a large amount of the Heartless virus in Ceningmis. The closer one was to the vortex, the easier it was to be infected. Yet, Shang Jianyao remained alive and kicking even now.
Apart from the Arbiter of Fate’s protection, there was no other reason.
Uh, it might also be Subhuti’s protection, Master Zhuang’s protection, and Eidolon Nun’s protection…
“Unfortunately, we didn’t manage to retain the Awakened.” Long Yuehong shook his slightly heavy head and sighed at Jiang Baimian-who was approaching him-as he walked toward Bai Chen.
“How do I retain her?” Jiang Baimian laughed. “As long as she’s not dead or unconscious, we will be affected by her abilities. It’s much more difficult to knock her out accurately than kill her.”
The sparse forest-an open environmentwasn’t suitable for her to release anesthetic gas. Furthermore, the enemy kept a sufficient distance from her until she was affected by the song. Only then did she enter a 100-meter radius.
Bai Chen then said, “It’s better for her to be dead than to let her escape.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I think so too.” Long Yuehong indicated that he wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t have any delusions of capturing a Mind Corridor-level Awakened alive and obtaining valuable information from her.
It was a little coincidental that the Old Task Force had previously captured the Eighth Research Institute’s commissioner, Khal, by striking him unconscious. If not for Kanna, if not for the premeditated plan, and if not for the various factors, how could the Old Task Force have the opportunity to anesthetize the other party?
Jiang Baimian smiled. “It wasn’t impossible to kill her if I really tried our best back then, but I gave up.”
She looked at the traces of blood on the ground and calmly said, “If she dies, how are we to follow the clues after Hey and Old Ge return?”