"Wanwan, what's wrong?"
Qi Hao, who had been repairing damaged weapons, hurried over. His face was anxious, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, evidently having sprinted all the way here.
Ji Wanwan's tense expression relaxed somewhat.
Her hand brushed over the Space Ring, from which she took out a handkerchief and handed it to Qi Hao while nodding towards the large monitoring screen, "Look at the screen."
Qi Hao took the handkerchief, his ears turning slightly red, but he didn't dare to use it to wipe his sweat.
He obediently looked up at the screen. The dense clusters of red dots on it made his scalp tingle, but he was puzzled, "What is this?"
Ji Wanwan pointed at the red dots on the monitor: "According to the monitor, these things are within ten kilometers of our base, but our patrols haven't found anything approaching the base, so these things must be underground."
Hearing Ji Wanwan say this, Qi Hao realized the severity of the situation.