"Headquarters says it's not enough!" Li Youlan's eyebrows knitted tight.
Because she was also carrying out such a task for the first time, she was uncertain whether the headquarter's words were true or false.
"Not enough?"
The faces of everyone in the room turned grim.
Toxic zombies were not merely difficult to kill but they also emanated deadly fumes.
If these toxic gases were to congregate in mass, they would form a deadly miasma, shrouding the sky like layer of dark clouds.
Not only could this lethal miasma impair human perception, but it also had the ability to erode spiritual power. Over time, the defensive power of the magic formations would significantly weaken, and the difficulty of escape would intensify.
This was the main reason for everyone's grim visage.
If it came to that point, they would have no choice but to engage in a desperate battle, their backs to the wall.
