"No sign of activity yet?"
At this moment, on the rooftop of a tall building not far from the training base.
Yang Jian was still gazing out at the grey, foggy world from atop a concrete bollard.
Nearly an hour had passed since the start, and under normal circumstances, there should have been some result by now, after all, they weren't really combating the terrors inside, but seizing the opportunity to imprison the Ghost Envoy and then retreat.
If everything went smoothly, it would be resolved within half an hour.
The longer it took, the greater the possibility of danger.
"No matter what happens inside, as long as it doesn't spiral out of control, that's the best outcome, otherwise..."
Yang Jian turned to look back at the brightly lit city.
Dachang City's nightmare had already happened once, and nobody wanted to experience it a second time.