Meanwhile.
Nanjiang. Auspicious Peace.
December 21st. Fang Ping and the rest entered the Catacombs.
Now, it was already the afternoon of December 23rd.
Although it had only been two days, these two days went back in the blink of an eye for many. For many people in Auspicious Peace, those two days had been a torment.
What was the situation in the Catacombs?
Did they build a stronghold and secured the passageway?
Did anyone sacrifice his or her life?
Among those who entered, who survived and who did not?
It had been two days. The passageway would stabilize for the second time. Would someone return from the other end to send news?
Now, there was already an alloy building built at the entrance of the vortex.
Outside the alloy building, a few Grandmaster powerhouses stood like clay sculptures. They had been standing here for a long time, not moving a single hair. It was as if they had turned into stone.