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Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Necromancer Association.
In the command center of the Federation's front line, Qiu Hai had not slept the entire night. He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand in frustration.
When Wei Tao took Fang Heng away, he said that he would be back in seven days.
And now? It had been thirteen days.
There was no news at all.
As he watched the concentration of the aura of the death realm in the sealed area continue to increase, the pressure that he felt increased day by day.
In order to find Fang Heng, Qiu Hai got someone to call Wei Tao every once in a while to urge him, but there was no news.
This was not the most troublesome part.
As the concentration of the aura of the death realm increased, the outer defense barrier was in danger. The upper echelons of the Eastern Federation could not sit still anymore.
Some people were eager to make a move.
Qiu Hai frowned and looked at the latest report on the table.