Receiving
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ruan Ziying stood alone beside a car in the periphery of the slums, looking far away.
"How's the situation inside?"
Ruan Ziying asked when she saw Shan Fucai walking back.
At this moment, Shan Fucai's authority had been taken over by the officer who had just arrived a few hours ago.
"I'm not sure. The signal inside the octagonal seal is blocked, so we can't determine the situation inside the slums. There are also Fallen Ones gathering on the outside. We even discovered Luo Xu and his group earlier and fought with them. They broke into the slums."
"Currently, it's already filled with a large number of corrupted creatures and the Fallen Ones. Coupled with the extremely high concentration of pollution, it's very difficult for our people to enter."
"No news from Sheng Tao?"
Shan Fucai shook his head with a solemn expression.
Ruan Ziying turned on her phone.