Shrouded by the widespread cataclysm, this place was still, as expected, pitch-black, rendering everything invisible.
The best plan now was to leverage the connection between Broken Armor and the 6th Floor, traveling through the Mutants' carnage on the 6th Floor and the darkness of Broken Armor. This was a relatively low-risk and faster method.
Yang An hadn't changed the direction he was facing. He glanced down at his hand; it was empty.
He had grabbed a Mutant on his way back to Broken Armor, but upon his return, the Mutant had vanished.
'So it's impossible to bring people from the 6th Floor to Broken Armor?' Yang An was a little disappointed.
If he could bring people from the 6th Floor to Broken Armor, they would be of immense help.
In contrast to the clamor and chaos of the 6th Floor, Broken Armor was filled with an eerie, deathly silence.
