"No. 5 has been sacrificed!" In the Abyssal Plane, within a research lab, an Abyssal man with two horns suddenly said, "His presence has completely vanished!"
"With No. 5's strength, there shouldn't be anyone on Earth capable of killing him!" a middle-aged man in a white lab coat said calmly, "Right now, there aren't any Divine Realm Masters on Earth!"
The Abyssal man frowned, "But he's indeed dead, and even his Essence Blood has been refined by someone. Otherwise, I wouldn't have completely lost all trace of his presence!"
The two men exchanged a glance, a trace of heaviness flashing across their expressions: "It seems we underestimated the strength of those on Earth. Clearly, No. 5's mission must have failed as well!"
"Send No. 1 then," the man in the white lab coat said calmly. "The map fragments of the Atlantis Continent are critical to Hell's Gate's strategic plans—they must not be lost!"
