"They've all gone?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly in everyone's ears.
"Yes, Leader."
A Ninth-level Martial Artist to his left immediately answered, a holographic tactical screen updating in real time floating before him. "We just received confirmation. The four-person team of Dragon Jade, Nissan, Ning Jing, and Qin Feng has departed. Their warp target is the Crying Cradle."
"A nightmare-level mission, with a reward of three hundred thousand Battle Team Points."
Another Martial Artist added, his tone grave, "Right now, in the level-five bracket of the leaderboard, the gap between us and the second-place Iron Blood Warband is two hundred and ten thousand points. This mission will directly determine this year's First Battle Group."
Feng Zhiyu nodded slowly, his face showing no trace of joy or tension.
He was more concerned with something else.
"Have our 'veterans' kept up?"
he asked in a low voice. "Don't let our heroes shed blood out there only to shed tears."
