Amipako knelt powerlessly on the ground, with only relief in his heart: "Thank goodness it's not us..."
Before him lay a base that resembled ruins. It was as if a behemoth wreaked havoc here, with scattered parts floating around, unable to fall.
Then, there were several prosthetic bodies torn open from the inside, similarly floating mid-air.
This was a base for a certain intelligence agency. Much like Amipako's small mutual aid association, this agency was also interested in Internal Martial Arts, thus forming a cohesive force. If they further constructed a communal imagination among sects and engaged in Jianghu, they could rightfully be considered an Inner Sect.
Sadly, they were dead.
No, strictly speaking, not all of them were dead, not everyone was always online. This small organization likely still had a few members not online. It was a rotating system where, at all times, there were a few who restricted access to their servers.
