CHAPTER 779: CHAPTER 408_2

With an expert like Minister Luo here, the hope of survival undoubtedly increased significantly.

Even Xu Hao and Chen Chen, who always harbored ill intentions, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the traitor Ma Biao discreetly shrank back into the crowd, trying to completely hide himself to avoid being noticed by the Minister.

At this moment.

Buzz buzz buzz—

A strange vibration suddenly rippled faintly through the air.

Immediately, a thin black line appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly stretched and expanded to both sides, forming a rapidly rotating vortex.

In the depths of the vortex, dazzling stars were vaguely visible, emitting bursts of light.

The scene was like a deep, mysterious pupil slowly opening at this moment.

Luo Lie instantly sensed a familiar, heart-palpitating power, tearing at the surrounding air, emitting a subtle and piercing whine.

It seemed that something, in an unimaginable way, was rapidly approaching.

Crack!

A dazzling white light burst out from the vortex, like a lightning bolt streaking through.

In an instant, it illuminated this bloody, dark otherworldly space.

Everyone squinted slightly, fixing their eyes on the sight.

As the white light dissipated, the vortex quietly closed up.

A group of figures suddenly appeared in the main control room, where the walls had been blown apart.

"What the hell is all this, sticky like a handful of snot!"

A burly man lay on the ground, seemingly having slipped and fallen, cursing as he tried to prop himself up.

"It’s biotechnology, I didn’t see wrong, it’s definitely biotechnology!"

Another young lad, on the other hand, was in a completely different mood.

He held a submachine gun in his hands, looking around at the bloodied walls with excitement, as if discovering a new continent.

Then, a woman in a researcher’s uniform beside him whispered to herself:

"Have we... crossed over to an alien spaceship?"

The speakers were none other than Ali, Xiao Jie, Cui Xiuying, and others who had crossed through a teleportation array from the 84th floor.

They still had a touch of confusion in their eyes, obviously not yet recovering from the violent vibration of the spatial transition.

Standing next to them were Fang Cheng, Cheng Jiashu, Zhou Liang, and Ah Yang.

This sudden scene plunged the top level, which had just gone through battle, into an eerie silence.

The members of the Noah Organization stared in astonishment at these uninvited guests, unsure and suspicious.

"Hiss—"

Cheng Jiashu took a sharp breath, dropping the security guard and Shijima Gorou he was holding onto the ground.

He surveyed the equipment overturned by the shockwave and the walls blown apart, muttering in confusion:

"Could the power of the two of us combined really be this great? Just jumping out of a wormhole blew the building apart..."

"There must have been a positional error."

Fang Cheng sniffed the acrid smell of gunpowder in the air, his voice calm:

"But it’s still okay, considering the mist covering several floors, reaching the destination is quite good."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze already pierced through the swirling mist ahead, spotting not far away the Noah Organization members clad in combat suits.

His gaze swept over the crowd, briefly locking eyes with Xu Hao, who was huddling in the corner.

Their gazes met.

Xu Hao’s heart skipped a beat.

A "hey" almost slipped out of his throat, but he swallowed it back down, hurriedly covering his mouth.

If he shouted out now, his identity as an insider would be completely exposed.

Luckily, everyone’s attention was focused on the opposite side, and no one noticed his unusual behavior.

"Front hallway, about twenty meters, enemy target spotted!"

Zhou Liang, professionally trained, reacted immediately, issuing a command in a low voice.

"Stay on alert, fire at will!"

Four Special Search Team members quickly spread out, seeking cover, all guns pointed outward.

On the other side, the Noah Organization’s guards and Hunters were not daunted.

The crisp sound of guns being loaded rang out in unison, with the deadly, gleaming muzzles flashing a cold light.

The air seemed to solidify, the tense atmosphere on the verge of breaking out.

Luo Lie ignored those small fry, his sharp gaze scanning back and forth between Fang Cheng and Cheng Jiashu, frowning tightly.

One was the guy who had just fought him, whose mask he had shattered before he narrowly escaped.

The other, of unknown identity, wore a similar white Evil Ghost mask.

Which one was the real White Owl?

Luo Lie carefully scrutinized the mask on Fang Cheng’s face, its material seemed more ancient and resilient, no ordinary thing.

Especially the two red gems set in the eye sockets, flashing a sinister glow in the dark, seemingly able to penetrate a person’s soul.

Through that red glow, he vaguely saw those emotionless eyes behind the mask.

A warning, rooted in battle instincts, exploded in his heart.

Cheng Jiashu might possess strange abilities, but in terms of strength and aura, he was ultimately lacking.

And this masked man before him, just by standing there, exuded a pure, concentrated killing intent, like a prehistoric beast lurking in the darkness.

That night on Yong’an Island, the blurred images passed on from the Saint Relic, the feeling that figure gave...

Exactly like this!

Luo Lie’s heart stirred as he instantly understood all the key points, his gaze, sharp as a sword, locked onto Fang Cheng.

"So, you are the real White Owl!"

His voice was not loud but carried a certainty that penetrated through gold and stone.

Fang Cheng was momentarily stunned by the words, turning his head to look at Cheng Jiashu beside him:

"Who is he talking to, you?"