Wasteland Plane.
Just as Su Ziyu sensed an unprecedented formidable enemy descending into the material world, a significant event capable of altering the course of the world was unfolding in an underground laboratory within the Wasteland Plane.
The white conference room was filled with figures.
Both men and women were present, most of whom appeared not young. More than half were dressed like scholars. The youngest was a mature woman appearing in her thirties, with wine-red wavy long hair, wearing black-framed glasses. She pushed the glasses up on her nose and directed her gaze towards the entrance of the conference room.
Click-clack, click-clack.
A crisp sound of footsteps echoed.
