Time continues to pass.
It is now midnight, and Fang Qingyu remains inside the force field waiting.
But soon, others also sense something amiss.
Chu Kuanglan starts shouting in the group chat: "Damn it, something's wrong! Why does this bunch of black-robed bastards collapse like flimsy paper? They rush in just to die? Is this the type Celestial Punishment Association raises?"
"I think so too," Wei Banmeng's cool text appears on the screen. "Though resistance is fierce, coordination is chaotic and the high-tier forces are insufficient. It does not match Celestial Punishment Association's usual cunning and ruthless style."
The atmosphere in the chat instantly swings from victorious joy to doubt.
The Celestial Punishment Association is notorious, entrenched in the core area of the City of Injustice for decades, with unfathomable depth, and those similar to Shi Hao.
The disparity in casualty ratios is so stark.
The only explanation is that the opponent is holding back.
