Two beams of shining light, swiftly traversing the 44th floor of the Lost World.
It's none other than Liu Wu Dai riding a floating motorcycle and Li Ang on a Fearful Warhorse.
They passed through winding tunnels, with dozens of drones flying in the air, scouting the road ahead and drawing maps.
"..."
Liu Wu Dai hangs the motorcycle helmet on the back of the floating motorcycle, glances around; the dim space echoes only the roar of engines and the clatter of hooves, yet such commotion surprisingly did not attract any mech beasts.
To be precise, starting an hour and a half ago, the 47th, 46th, 45th, and 44th floors of the Lost World suddenly fell silent.
The mech beasts vanished,
security guards hiding in the crevices of walls and pipes disappeared too, and even when Liu Wu Dai and Li Ang were extracting amber-like energy from the edges of the 47th floor walls, nothing appeared.
What exactly happened?
