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"Report, Dragon Spine Camp Third Squad Fang Qingyu, mission completed, now requesting to proceed to the next location for support!"

Fang Qingyu's voice came through the radio, sounding exceptionally clear and steady amidst the noisy rain, with no trace of the exhaustion from the recent life-and-death battle.

The other end of the radio fell into a few seconds of dead silence, only the buzzing of the current could be heard.

In this brief silence, Fang Qingyu had already taken the lead, walking towards the edge of the field, his palm steadily placed on the invisible barrier.

A slight movement of his mind, the barrier rippled like water waves, opening an exit barely large enough for one person to pass through.

Cold wind mixed with the city's hustle and distant sirens rushed in instantly, diluting the thick and lingering stench of blood and the foul odor from the Bone Buddha's remains inside the force field.

"Are you all okay?"

Fang Qingyu turned to look at the few who followed him out from behind.

"Okay..." Old Qiao's voice sounded behind Fang Qingyu, a bit hoarse and dry, but with a firm tone.

Qin Hui stood straight as a rod, his face pale, but his eyes as calm as ever, nodding silently.

The other team members quickly adjusted their states, with no hesitation in their eyes, only a focus on awaiting the next command.

At this moment, Duan Ling's voice finally exploded from the radio, hoarse, urgent, with a sense of disbelief and a slight tremor almost breaking the sound.

"Qingzi?! Is... is that you? You survived!!?" In the background, violent energy collisions and some sharp screeching were heard, clearly indicating that things were intense on her end as well.

And she knew exactly what Fang Qingyu was facing.

"Yes, Sister Duan."

Fang Qingyu stepped out of the field, the cold rain instantly soaking him.

His gaze swept over the flashing police lights outside, the busy logistics personnel, and not far away, the dozen or so figures lined up, looking at them with faces of post-calamity joy.

Fang Qingyu didn't pause, speaking quickly and clearly: "I'm in good condition here, no casualties, requesting the next support coordinates."

"Good! Good!!" Duan Ling's voice became even more hoarse due to excitement and battlefield pressure, almost yelling: "South of the city! B3 area! Abandoned logistics center! 'Viper' Squad is down, it's a Micro Level large Life Ghost! Signal is highest risk! Many have already died!"

"Understood, B3 area, highest risk!" Fang Qingyu repeated to confirm, his voice firm, then he raised his hand to disconnect the communication.

"But Qingzi!!!"

Duan Ling's voice suddenly rose, piercing through the static noise, carrying almost a pleading, undeniable sternness: "Listen, you listen to me clearly! That's not your field, you must stay alive, understand!? Hold if you can, retreat if you can't! Save your life! Come back alive! That's an order!!" The last few words, she practically shouted, the sound of a massive explosion clearly audible in the background.

Fang Qingyu's finger paused slightly on the communicator.

He didn't answer immediately.

The cold rain dripped down his distinctly angular jaw.

His gaze moved beyond the chaotic periphery, as if piercing through the relentless rain, towards the area in the south of the city overshadowed by darkness.

That silent moment seemed to hold the weight of a thousand pounds.

Then, Fang Qingyu responded calmly and clearly into the communicator, his voice not loud, yet carrying a resolute sturdiness:

"Received. Target B3 area, clear the high-risk target."

As soon as he finished speaking, he unhesitatingly cut off the communication.

"Beep——"

The busy tone sounded.

Fang Qingyu put away the communication device, not looking back at the line of diverse, complex-faced people filled with fortunate relief.

He swiftly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the members of his squad.

Qin Hui, Old Qiao, Qi Hao, Lv Chen...

Every face was grave, but their eyes showed no retreat.

"B3 area, abandoned logistics center, Micro Level large Life Ghost, 'Viper Squad' nearly wiped out, highest risk." Fang Qingyu's voice rang like quenched steel amidst the wind and rain: "Get in the car! Full speed!"

No unnecessary rallying.

A glance, a command, was enough.

Old Qiao and Lv Chen immediately sprang up like wound springs, rushing at top speed towards the parked black off-road vehicle with its low-growling engine nearby.

The others followed swiftly, their movements quick.

This is one reason why Fang Qingyu chose these few.

Even if their skill isn't top-notch, they won't drop the ball at crucial moments.

Car doors slammed shut, the engine roared angrily, and the off-road vehicle shot off like a black arrow, tearing through the rain curtain, speeding towards the southern part of the city.

The atmosphere inside the car was a bit quiet.

The life-and-death battle just experienced weighed like a lead block on everyone's heart.

The destructive oppression brought by the Bone Buddha hadn't yet dissipated, and now they had to rush to another more urgent, perilous battlefield.

Everyone was seizing this brief moment to adjust their breathing and recover their strength.

Qin Hui closed his eyes to rest, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his knee, while Old Qiao reignited that damp cigarette, staring at the rapidly retreating blurry streetscape outside, his gaze deep, lost in thought.

Jiang Wei was fine, she hadn't shown any timidity from the start, and now she was also closing her eyes, her petite cheeks slightly puffed as she held a Life Pearl in her mouth, silently absorbing energy.

Only Qi Hao, about the same age as Fang Qingyu, looked a bit dazed, his eyes out of focus, as if still immersed in the hellish scene of the square earlier, or overwhelmed by the pressure of the imminent new battlefield.

Fang Qingyu's keen ears caught the extremely faint, noisy background sound coming from Qi Hao's earpiece, from the public communication channel, interspersed with intermittent casualty reports and calls for help.