Inside the Spirit Mine base.
A merciless slaughter was unfolding...
Meanwhile, outside.
The group who had boarded the vehicle following Zhou Bingbing had no idea they had just brushed shoulders with death.
"Spirit Envoy Lord, what shall we do next?"
About fifty or sixty people had followed Zhou Bingbing out.
They all fortunately fit into one vehicle.
Wang Heng, a late-stage Gathering Spirit Chosen One, wore an uneasy expression as he looked to Zhou Bingbing, who was driving them, and couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Is it true that the Immortal Alliance is attacking?"
"It's true."
Zhou Bingbing said with a bitter smile, "My organization's base has been completely destroyed. If it weren't for… the time they bought for me, I might have already died. Before his death, he asked me to notify everyone, so I hurried over to rescue you all."
"What do we do next?"
