In the midst of vagueness, it felt as if his whole body was drenched in sweat.
Yan Yu raised his head with a ferocious expression, his Flying Sword swiftly cutting through the steel forest. The voice of the coordinator came through his earpiece:
"...continue straight ahead, turn right at the crossroads ahead."
"Follow the northbound Tongjiangnan Road, 300 meters to reach site number 7, your last mission for today. I wish you success."
His sword light flew faster and faster, switching from Sword Flight to Sword-Human Unity. The foreign True Yuan, like burning molten lava, was mechanically compressed, pumped out, and injected into his Dantian. It then ignited all of his meridians, making every cell in his body tremble and moan.
The Military Manor ahead was already a field of corpses.