A large number of personnel dressed in logistical uniforms and medical insignia rushed frantically through the crowd, shouting hoarsely.
The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, the scent of blood...
and a stifling atmosphere called despair.
Small teams continuously retreated in a disorganized manner from various entrances, some carrying the incomplete bodies of companions, some supporting mentally collapsed and seemingly crazy teammates, while more stood alone with scars, in a dazed state of post-survival bewilderment.
Fang Qingyu quickly handed over the wounded from Qingquan Mountain to the approaching medical personnel, then, along with Wei Banmeng and Jiang Wei, walked directly towards the temporary command post surrounded by several high-ranking officers and staff.
Lei Gang and several other Sharp Blade Team captains were already there, each looking worse than the last.
