327: Warriors can die in battle, but their inheritance cannot be broken.

Lei Ming opened his mouth, wanting to call out to Yang Dian.

However, before he could speak, Yang Dian had already vanished from the city wall.

Not long after Yang Dian disappeared, Director Mo Yuntao of the Martial Security Bureau descended from an aerospace fighter and landed on the city wall.

Martial Artists are not like Awakened; a Martial Artist's strength comes entirely from his own arduous Cultivation.

After several Spiritual Qi tides, City-Level Awakened in the country began to emerge in waves, like leeks.

But Martial Arts Grandmasters in the Qi Blood Dragon Transformation Realm have always been few and far between.

Now, with two Martial Arts Grandmasters trapped in the underground world, and potentially Yang Dian, who is most likely to step onto the path of Martial Dao Seventh Stage, also involved, isn't Director Mo Yuntao of the Martial Security Bureau the most anxious one?

So, as soon as he landed, he eagerly asked:

"Are there any new messages from Daoist Qingfeng?"

"Have we contacted Yang Dian? Is he still Cultivating, or has he already gone into the underground world?"

Lei Ming let out a breath:

"There's still no word from Daoist Qingfeng."

"Yang Dian has been contacted; he was Cultivating earlier."

"But after showing up and chatting with me for a couple of sentences, he rushed into the underground world."

Hearing this, Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau couldn't help but slam the city wall, creating a huge gash in the reinforced concrete wall:

"Young people are just too impatient, always wanting to be individual heroes!"

After cursing, Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau's Qi and Blood surged, and he flew directly towards the sinkhole.

Seeing this, Lei Ming couldn't help but slap his own forehead.

Let alone Yang Dian, was Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau really patient?

With a flash, he blocked Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau's path, and facing Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau's displeased gaze, which seemed to say, "Are you going to stop me?", Lei Ming braced himself and said:

"Director Mo, there's a reason that kid Yang Dian went down."

As he spoke, he took out the piece of paper that had a charred mark burned into it by Yang Dian's Qi and Blood:

"His strength has had another Breakthrough; the mental pollution energy hidden on the paper was directly resolved by him."

Then Lei Ming pointed to the five dark claw marks Yang Dian left in the sky:

"And look at those claw marks; they were also left by him after his strength Breakthrough."

"Those claw marks feel much more terrifying to me than the mental pollution energy on the paper."

"He'll definitely be fine going down."

"He also said that once he rescues Daoist Qingfeng and the others, he'll have Bai Zhi send a message up."

"Given his speed, he should be able to find Daoist Qingfeng and the others quickly if he travels at full speed."

"Wait, let's wait a bit longer."

"If we really need to go down and look for them, it'll still be timely to do so after support from other places arrives."

"Otherwise, if you go down now, it'll be like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandpa, one by one going to their doom."

Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau looked up at the five claw marks in the sky that he hadn't noticed before, and the sense of dread that arose in his heart made him silent.

He instinctively flew to the edge of the claw marks, and after protecting his palm with Qi and Blood, he reached out towards one of the claw marks.

Before he even touched the claw mark, an indescribable stinging sensation had already surged into his heart.

'If I get closer, I'll be injured.'

Although this thought arose in his mind, he still suppressed his instinct to retract his hand and forced himself to reach out to the claw mark.

Silently, his Qi and Blood were split in two.

The flesh and blood protected by the Qi and Blood were instantly severed, revealing the jade-like finger bone beneath.

He retracted his hand.

Although he didn't see it, Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau could clearly feel that his indestructible finger bone had been cut with a tiny gash by the claw mark left in the sky.

This was still because he retracted his hand quickly.

If he had extended it a little further, his entire finger would have been severed.

'Even if I tried my best, could I eliminate one of those claw marks?'

'If even Yang Dian can't solve the trouble in the underground world, is there any point in sending more people down?'

After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Three days."

"Wait three days."

"After three days, if there's no news from Yang Dian, you apply to use a ground-penetrating bomb to blow up the sinkhole."

Lei Ming was stunned:

"What do you mean?"

Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau bit his molars, took a deep breath, and exhaled forcefully:

"With my current strength, I can't even eliminate one of the claw marks he casually left after his strength Breakthrough."

"Do you know what this means?"

Lei Ming was silent, then said somewhat bitterly:

"It means that if even he is trapped or left in the underground, then those things in the underground are not something we can deal with."

"Not even if we bet everything."

Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau sighed deeply:

"Yes, not even if we bet everything."

"So, contact Dr. Bai now and have him initiate the Mars immigration plan early."

"Even if there's an unforeseen event, we can still leave some sparks to ensure our civilization doesn't perish."

Lei Ming was stunned again:

"What about you?"

"Me?"

Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau reached out and touched his wrist, and then black-gold liquid seeped from his body, forming a black-gold biological armor.

"I am the Director of the Martial Security Bureau."

"You're crazy!" Lei Ming, understanding his meaning, clenched his fists:

"You said yourself you can't even take one of his claw strikes, and you still want to go down?"

Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau smiled:

"What if he's evenly matched with the creatures in the underground world, and he's just one helping hand short?"

"What if he could have won, but ultimately lost because he fought alone?"

With that, he patted Lei Ming's shoulder again:

"If I don't come back either, remember to help me tie up old man Tang Shichang and send him to Mars."

"Martial Artists can die in battle, but their Legacy cannot be broken."

"Oh, right, only one of me needs to go down in the end."

"Just as you said, there are indeed many more City-Level combat strengths in the country, but they shouldn't be like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandpa, one by one going to their doom."

At this point, he thought of something else and looked at Lei Ming one last time:

"If we don't make it back, please look after my son for me."

"Also, Lin Mo's daughter, Wang Wu's daughter, Yang Dian's parents and sister, please look after them all."

As his voice faded, Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau transformed into a black-gold stream of light and vanished beneath the sinkhole.

Looking at the huge, deep sinkhole, Lei Ming slightly raised his hand and opened his mouth.

But in the end, he suppressed a stifling breath, returned to the city wall, adjusted his mindset, and then dialed a number.

"Dr. Bai, Bai Zhi said that 'ghosts' have appeared in the underground world. We're not sure if it's true, but the unknown creatures that have appeared in the underground world are definitely extremely powerful, otherwise, it would be impossible to trap a team composed of City-Level combat strengths."

"Director Mo has already entered the underground world to support Yang Dian. His intention is to initiate the Mars immigration plan early, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances."

"I understand." A clear, cold voice came from the other end of the phone:

"The first batch of 10 immigrant spacecraft has been launched and will arrive in Earth orbit in half a month, capable of transporting a million people to Mars."

"Please confirm the identities of the immigrants within half a month and transfer them to the immigration base."

With that, the phone went dead.

Lei Ming put down his phone, looking somewhat dazed in the direction of the sinkhole, waiting for that piece of paper that might or might not fly up... Directly below the Mars base city, in the secret base at the planet's core.

In a giant cultivation pod filled with blue-purple cultivation fluid, a giant hemispherical, grooved object wiggled.

Then, a voice simultaneously echoed through the loudspeakers of the entire core base.

"Ghosts?"