Crack—Crack—
Before the [Pioneer] could comprehend why senior personnel were dying, several consecutive alert sounds echoed from his brocade pouch in the space.
The [Pioneer], startled, even forcibly halted the repair of his consciousness wounds, reluctantly opening his eyes.
He retrieved the brocade pouch and casually cast out seven or eight items that looked like sacrificial tablets.
The moment they hit the ground, these wooden tokens crumbled into dust, stirred up by the fierce wind blowing into the cave, making the [Pioneer]'s face turn pale.
"All... all dead? Why? What happened? I just left for a few days?"
Seeing the [Pioneer] in such a frustrated, teeth-gnashing state, Yin Qiming laughed recklessly within the consciousness space, feeling as if he might burst into tears from laughter, though he couldn't control his body now.
