The sight of twenty buses lined up on the road was quite spectacular, and along with the smaller vehicles trailing and leading them, the convoy slowly arrived at the outskirts of the Sacred Base.
And the so-called Sacred Base was finally revealing its mysterious veil before Li Ming's eyes.
"So, this is the Sacred Base."
Zhang Yueyue, sitting on Li Ming's lap, gazed at the towering black wall before her and spoke in awe.
What first came into view were the pitch-black walls, which seemed to be built of brick and stone mixed with concrete. They stood around thirty meters high and enclosed an area significantly smaller than Hope Base.
Outside the city wall was a large dry ditch, rimmed with barbed wire, and defense outposts had been set up at strategic transportation points.
Compared to Hope Base, this was just a rudimentary, miniaturized version.