The Major General didn't waste any words.
He took a U-disk and directly inserted it into Wang Yetao's computer.
Because of the Yangxiang Sect, Wang Yetao had instructed the Research Institute that if there was any new information about the Yangxiang Race, it should be sent over at the first opportunity.
Today, news had finally come in.
"The Folded Gate?"
Looking at the introduction to the Folded Gate inside, Wang Yetao's face turned grim.
Crunch.
He suddenly clenched his fist.
If it were the Folded Gate, many things would make sense.
Why did so many Martial Artists disappear in the Miao Border Jungle despite there being nothing there?
Why was it the Miao Border Jungle? It must be because, to wield an evil device, you need to simulate a wet environment, and it's easiest to do that in the jungle.
Why capture so many Martial Artists? It must be for beheadings and sacrifices.
Damn it!
"Check... if there are any grand events happening in the Divine Land recently."
