Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
The howling gale outside the triple-reinforced military-grade glass seemed muffled, reduced to a dull, low hum resembling the growling of an ancient beast lurking in the eternal darkness. Inside the Supreme Combat Command Center—heavily fortified deep beneath the foundations of the ancient bell tower in the heart of the Ancient Capital—the air was thick enough to be sliced with a knife. Under the pale yellow fluorescent glow cast by the massive holographic terrain models, the faces of every general, grandmaster, and supreme powerhouse were shrouded in a thick layer of intense tension and utter exhaustion.
Lin Feng strode through the heavy, automatic steel door, followed closely by Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue, and Tang Yue. Their combat cloaks still retained the freezing night dew and the lingering, pungent stench of blood from the bloody battle outside the North Gate. The appearance of the four immediately drew every gaze toward the sand table. Gone were the probing, suspicious glances from the first days they had set foot in this frontier land; now, the eyes of the Ancient Capital’s leaders held deep reverence, wariness, and a thin, spiderweb-thin strand of hope amidst an abyss of despair.