"Bang!"
The spatial barrier exploded before his eyes once again!
Fang Heng shook his slightly numb hands and put the metal rod back into his backpack. He continued, "Also, we're efficient enough now. The next time we communicate, tell Fana that I'm confident that I can find the trapped team before midnight."
Ji Mingbo's pupils constricted.
Confident?
Could he really do it?
Just as he was wondering, Ji Mingbo saw a large number of zombies rushing forward through the broken spatial passage.
The zombies gathered around the oddly-shaped metal shelf in the center, then reached out their hands and stuck them on the purple crystals levitated beside the shelf.
What was that?
It seemed to be a spatial prism/
Ji Mingbo frowned as he tried to recall what had happened. He curiously observed the zombies' movements.
The game notifications on Fang Heng's retina flooded the screen again!
