"Present!" Above his head, Zhao Feng's voice rang with strength and clarity.
Du Yu: "How deep have we submerged?"
Zhao Feng glanced at his watch and replied: "1,475 meters."
"Isn't the vanguard moving too fast?" Du Yu looked at the comrades battling below, his hands once again drawing the bow and setting the arrow.
Initially, the frontline forces were located 1,000 meters deep in the Abyss.
The order from above was to push down 800 meters further.
That means the forefront would be pushed to a depth of 1,800 meters, yet the squad was already nearly at 1,500 meters deep, rushing all the way but still not catching up with the frontline soldiers?
Of course, the Twin Squad wasn't simply descending continuously.
Confronting the half-dead Cold Beasts, everyone could fight while advancing.
But when encountering wounded comrades, the squad would temporarily pause, attend to their injuries, and eliminate or distract surrounding Cold Beasts.
This undoubtedly consumed time.
