Thud!
Both feet hit solid ground.
Yang Ming released Bryant's arm, and the two exchanged glances—Bryant closed his eyes, silently sensing the surrounding environment.
"Things are chaotic outside, and there's been a disturbance, but the level of panic isn't too high.
"Within the nearest hundred square meters, there are about two hundred people organized. They're probably planning to gather forces on the middle level and then head upstairs for support."
"This elevator can only hold about twenty-something people, right? With so many people gathered here..."
Yang Ming looked up at the deep elevator shaft, which was too dark to see the end.
It seemed like they had missed using a practical tool.
However, it didn't matter, the descent hadn't cost much spiritual power.
Yang Ming made a throat-slitting gesture to Bryant.
Bryant nodded with a smile, his eyes closed and arms spread wide, releasing his spiritual power without restraint.
