"Number One, must we still wait?" Yu Changdong demanded, his voice agitated as he tapped his cane. "You can see the strength of this Demon Clan warrior. Do we truly have to wait until Yu Qing and the others die in battle before you make a decision? Stop counting on nuclear weapons; they can't even kill this old man, let alone him!"
In the office, Number One hesitated slightly, but after weighing the pros and cons, he finally picked up the phone.
The Western Military Protection Zone, from the outside, resembled a continuous mountain range, its peaks undulating. Even satellite imagery from high orbit depicted it as sparsely populated, almost deserted. But beneath these rolling mountains lay another world entirely.
