These three words instantly steadied Fang Qingyu's somewhat chaotic thoughts.
The old master was stationed within the Great Wall.
Xiaojiang's safety was temporarily assured.
...
The huge gate of the Arctic Great Wall slowly rose amidst deafening roar.
Revealing the vast ice field outside the gate.
The cold wind carried snow spray and piercing chill, crazily pouring into the passageway.
Blowing people's clothes to flap wildly, almost unable to stand firm.
Fang Qingyu stood at the forefront of the team, his combat suit covered with Star Point Tribulation Crystal remained motionless in the gale.
Behind him were over ten thousand elites organized by Liu San, the rodents, and others from the Cyan Dragon Gang.
And nearly ten thousand engineering personnel and technical backbones enlisted by Shen Zhou from Deep Blue Heavy Industries.
Without exception.
These more than twenty thousand people were all Transcendents!
The dense crowd resembled a silent steel torrent.
