72: Chapter 72 Lone Wolf Operation

The wind in Antarctica is never a gift of nature, but a sickle quenched in ice by the Grim Reaper.

Lin Fan curled up behind a crevice in the ice, half-hidden by the blizzard; the outer fabric of his radiation suit was repeatedly whipped by the gale-driven ice shards, emitting a sharp "rustling" sound. That noise was not friction, but rather felt like countless fine needles cutting into the fibers, with every sound accompanied by the barely perceptible, crisp snap of fabric fibers breaking.

He tilted his head slightly, peering through the reinforced glass of his radiation suit's helmet at the sky; the lead-gray clouds hung so low they seemed ready to press into the ice sheet. Between heaven and earth, only a vast expanse of white remained—no sun, no stars, even the passage of time had become blurred—this was the hinterland of the Antarctic ice sheet, marked as a "no-man's-land" on the maps of human civilization, yet it was also the forward position of the Cradle experimental base.

The temperature control system had been set to its maximum threshold; on the display inside his helmet, the current temperature flickered: minus 71 degrees Celsius.

Warmth flowed through the internal pipes of his radiation suit, circulating through his limbs and body, yet it could not dispel the chill spreading from the depths of Lin Fan's heart.

That chill did not come from the polar cold, but stemmed from a bone-deep desolation, as if his soul had been cast into this frozen wilderness, making even breathing feel like it carried the pain of freezing and cracking.

The scene of the argument from a few hours ago flickered repeatedly in his mind, like footage set to loop.

Kate's words, "You are using me too," were like a poisoned needle, piercing the already riddled barriers of his trust.

He remembered his reaction at the time: an instinctive rebuttal, his tone so sharp that even he felt like a stranger to himself, as if only through this method could he defend his precarious position.

But when he saw the panic and confusion that instantly welled up in Kate's eyes, and saw her fingers turn white as she subconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, his heart felt as if it had been clutched by an invisible hand.

Trust, like the Antarctic ice sheet, appeared impenetrable on the surface, but in reality, it was already riddled with hidden cracks eroded by time; once a fissure appeared, it could never be restored to its original state.

Lin Fan's fingers unconsciously reached toward the pocket on his chest, where a cold data chip was hidden.

The chip was tiny, only the size of a fingernail, its edges polished smooth, obviously having been carefully processed by someone.

It was what Kate had secretly pressed into his palm under the cover of night, just as he turned to leave the temporary camp.

At that time, the campfire in the camp was about to go out, and the flickering light cast shifting shadows on her face; her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she only uttered two hoarse words: "Take care."

To this day, he had not dared to activate this chip.

It was not a lack of trust, but rather too much fear.

He feared that the contents of the chip would completely overturn everything he was currently holding onto; he feared that his long-standing pursuit was merely a carefully orchestrated hoax, and he feared that even the last shred of belief supporting him to keep going would collapse in the instant he saw the truth.

The cold sensation of the chip against his fingertips seemed to remind him that this Lone Wolf Operation had been fraught with an irreversible determination from the very beginning.

The holographic screen of his tactical watch suddenly lit up, interrupting his thoughts.

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze and swiped his fingertip across the cold screen, instantly unfolding the map of the base's perimeter that AKai had uploaded before leaving.

The blue 3D model clearly presented the structure beneath the ice, with the red-marked "Cradle" core area resembling a beating heart hidden three thousand meters deep beneath the ice; the location where he currently stood was merely the "front yard" of this massive experimental site—a restricted zone disguised as permafrost.

The map was marked with dense yellow dots, which were the defensive nodes around the base's perimeter; from thermal sensors to automated attack turrets, and even the routes of patrol robots, everything was clear at a glance.

"Heh, they certainly think highly of me," Lin Fan murmured in self-mockery.

He was well aware that the map AKai could obtain must have been "filtered"; the truly fatal traps would never appear on this seemingly detailed holographic map.

But he had no choice; Kate had been left at the temporary camp to handle the aftermath, AKai was on the way with the reconciled squad, and he had to infiltrate the core area before the "Cradle" base could react and find the truth about the "test subjects."

The blizzard seemed to show signs of letting up, the roar of the gale weakened slightly, and the visibility between heaven and earth barely improved to ten meters.

Lin Fan knew this was his only chance.

He took a deep breath and pressed the button on the side of his helmet, instantly activating the radiation suit's stealth coating; his body merged with the surrounding ice in the dim environment, leaving only a blurred outline.

He took a portable drill from his backpack—a piece of specialized equipment AKai had prepared specifically for this operation, crafted from low-temperature alloy and featuring an internal micro-nuclear power unit, sufficient to operate normally in environments of minus one hundred degrees.

Lin Fan aimed the drill's bit at the ice sheet and pressed the start button.

With a soft "hum," the drill bit spun at high speed, instantly boring fine powder out of the ice sheet, and white mist surged out along the gap between the drill and the ice, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

He maintained his crouch, his arm so steady that there wasn't a trace of trembling; years of combat experience allowed him to remain absolutely calm even in such extreme environments.

In just ten seconds, a hole with a diameter of ten centimeters was drilled into the ice sheet.

Lin Fan put away the drill and took out a special low-temperature dissolving agent from his backpack, inserted the needle into the hole, and pressed the injection button.

The transparent liquid was injected into the ice along the needle, and the moment it touched the low temperature, it began to react violently; the white mist became increasingly dense, even forming a small barrier of ice fog.

A few seconds later, with a crisp "crack," the ice sheet beneath the hole collapsed completely, forming a vertical passage wide enough for only one person to pass through.

Lin Fan leaned down and looked, the passage was about fifty meters deep, and at the bottom was a horizontal ice tunnel where faint lights could be vaguely seen.

He checked his equipment one more time: tactical knife, tranquilizer gun, micro-bombs, spare energy packs, and that chip he still hadn't dared to activate.

After confirming everything was correct, he adjusted his backpack to a suitable position, curled his body into a ball, and slowly slid down the passage.

The radiation suit's shock-absorption system did its job, and he made almost no sound upon landing.

Lin Fan quickly stood up straight, pressed himself against the wall of the ice tunnel, and activated the thermal imaging function of his helmet.

The green holographic display instantly covered his field of vision; behind the walls on both sides of the ice tunnel, there were no thermal signals, only dense red dots arranged in a matrix not far ahead, resembling the security system of some large facility.

"An ambush, as expected," Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

The red dots were arranged in a very regular pattern, one every five meters, perfectly covering the entire range of the ice tunnel; they were clearly thermal sensors.

He didn't force his way through but instead took an electromagnetic interference grenade from his backpack, pulled the pin, and placed it gently on the ground.

The electromagnetic interference grenade was very small, only the size of a ping-pong ball, and after activation, it could form an electromagnetic shielding field with a radius of ten meters, sufficient to disable ordinary thermal sensors.

He pressed the activation button of the interference grenade and then quickly retreated, hiding behind an ice pillar.

With a soft "hum," the interference grenade released a weak electromagnetic pulse, and the red dots ahead instantly vanished from the thermal imaging display.

Lin Fan seized the opportunity to move quickly, sliding along the ice wall like a shadow, his footsteps as light as if treading on clouds, without making a single sound.

The infiltration process was much smoother than he had imagined.

The perimeter security system of the base seemed to be truly in a semi-dormant state; apart from those fixed sensors, there were only sporadic patrol robots gliding along the ice tunnel, emitting a monotonous "humming" sound.

These robots were entirely silver, small in size, only half a meter tall, and equipped with micro-laser guns on their arms, which did not appear to possess very strong offensive power.

Lin Fan easily avoided their patrol routes, using the depressions and ice pillars in the ice tunnel as cover, and advanced all the way toward the core area marked on the map.

He didn't know how long he had walked when the ice tunnel suddenly widened, and a huge underground space appeared ahead.

Lin Fan's footsteps stopped abruptly, and his heart gave a sharp contraction.

This was no passage for an experimental base; it was clearly a frozen graveyard.

Countless silver-white metal coffins were neatly arranged, extending from the entrance to the end of his field of vision, densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Each coffin was about two meters high and about one meter wide, its surface smooth as a mirror, engraved with a clear code ranging from "Test Subject 001" to "Test Subject 999."

The hatch of the coffin was made of transparent special glass, through which the scene inside could be clearly seen.

Lin Fan held his breath and slowly walked forward.

Beneath the hatch were faces devoid of any vitality.

There were men, women, the old, and the young; the youngest looked no more than five or six years old, while the oldest were likely already seventy or eighty.

Their skin had a strange, cyan-gray color, without a trace of blood color; their lips were dry and cracked, their eyes tightly closed, and there was no movement in their chests, clearly showing no signs of life.

But what was eerie was that at the neck of every "corpse," there was a tiny glowing port, with a pale blue light flickering, like some kind of unactivated terminal.

A chill crawled up his spine to the top of his head, and Lin Fan's fingertips trembled slightly.

He had seen soldiers who died in battle and civilians who died of illness, but he had never seen such eerie "corpses."

Their expressions were all very calm, with no pain, no struggle, as if they had merely fallen into a deep sleep.

But that cyan-gray skin and that lifeless appearance clearly told Lin Fan that these people had been dead for a long time.

"What on earth are these?" Lin Fan muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty underground space, appearing exceptionally lonely.

He slowly walked to a coffin labeled "Test Subject 047" and stopped.

The man inside the hatch looked to be only about thirty years old, with a tall, upright figure and handsome features.

But when Lin Fan saw his face clearly, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his heart gave a violent jolt, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

This man, in his brows and eyes, was actually somewhat similar to him.

Especially those eyes; even though they were tightly closed, one could still see the deep contours, as if hiding the same confusion and struggle.

What shocked him even more was that below the man's left eyebrow bone, there was a shallow scar, and its position and shape were exactly the same as the scar he himself had!

That scar was left from a fight he had at the orphanage when he was a child; how could it possibly appear on the face of a "test subject?"

Lin Fan's breathing became rapid; he subconsciously reached out his hand, his fingertips wanting to touch the glass surface of the hatch.

Just at the moment his fingertips were about to touch the glass, a piercing alarm suddenly shattered the dead silence of the underground space!

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Red warning lights instantly flooded the entire space, the originally dim environment was dyed a deep crimson, and a cold electronic voice sounded overhead, devoid of any emotion: "Warning: Unauthorized personnel intrusion, initiating Level 1 defense."

The ground suddenly shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Lin Fan staggered back a step, steadying himself.

He looked up and saw those neatly arranged metal coffins starting to rise slowly; the mechanical devices at the bottom made "clacking" sounds, and the hatches opened one by one, revealing the cyan-gray "corpses" inside.

The next second, those "corpses" actually opened their eyes slowly!

Those were pairs of pure white eyeballs without pupils, flashing with mechanical light, devoid of any emotion, holding only cold, dead silence.

They walked out of the coffins stiffly, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and their joints made "creaking" sounds, as if rusted mechanical parts were turning.

Their movements were very slow, yet they carried an irresistible sense of oppression as they closed in toward the direction where Lin Fan was located.

At the same time, a synchronized "humming" sound came from the entrance of the space, and a dozen silver guard robots glided over; their size was twice as large as the patrol robots he had encountered earlier, their arms instantly transformed into laser guns, and the muzzles aimed at Lin Fan's chest, emitting a faint red light.

"Damn it!" Lin Fan cursed inwardly and turned to run.

He knew very well that these test subjects and robots were not to be trifled with, and fighting them head-on would definitely not end well.

The initiation of Level 1 defense meant that all exits of the underground space would be locked down, and he had to find a new way out before being completely surrounded.

He sprinted toward the passage deep in the space, the pursuers behind him closing in step by step.

The beam of a laser gun flew past his shoulder, and with a "hiss," it struck an adjacent ice pillar, which instantly melted into a cloud of water vapor, emitting a pungent odor.

Lin Fan dared not look back and could only run with all his might; the propulsion system of his radiation suit was activated, bringing a brief boost to his speed.

But although the speed of those test subjects was slow, they were tireless, and there were too many of them, swarming in from all directions.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Fan caught sight of a test subject reaching out a cyan-gray hand, almost grabbing his backpack.

He swerved violently to the side, dodging that cold hand, and simultaneously pulled his tactical knife from his waist, slashing backhandedly as the knife sliced across the test subject's arm.

With a crisp "snap," the test subject's arm broke off and fell to the ground.

But what shocked Lin Fan was that no blood flowed from the severed wound, only some blue-glowing circuits and gears, like a damaged robot.

"These things are not human!" A strong sense of unease surged in Lin Fan's heart.

These test subjects were clearly modified mechanical puppets!

Just as he was about to be overtaken by the test subjects, he caught sight of an abandoned warehouse by the side of the passage.

The warehouse door was made of heavy alloy, covered in rust, and the sign on the door read "Backup Equipment Storage" in Russian; the writing was already somewhat blurred, but it could still be identified.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Fan abruptly changed direction and rushed toward the warehouse.

His speed was immense; as he was about to reach the gate, he pushed off the ground with both feet, his body leaping into the air, while simultaneously pulling a micro-bomb from his backpack and pressing the activation key.

He attached the bomb to the lock cylinder of the alloy gate, then landed on the ground, rolling with the momentum to take cover behind a nearby obstacle.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the micro-bomb exploded, blowing a gap in the alloy gate.

Ignoring the choking smoke and dust, Lin Fan quickly got up, shoved open the damaged gate, and pulled the heavy iron door shut behind him.

The warehouse was thick with dust, and the air was filled with a mix of rust and mold, making one unable to stop coughing.

Rusted machinery and sealed crates were piled everywhere, looking as though they had been abandoned for decades.

The light was dim, with only a few faint rays filtering through cracks in the ceiling, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

Lin Fan leaned against the iron door, gasping for air, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Outside, the "thud-thud" sound of a test subject hitting the iron door echoed; the force was immense, causing the heavy door to shake violently, rust flaking off, looking as if it could be breached at any moment.

"I must find something useful as soon as possible." Lin Fan forced himself to calm down.

He scanned his surroundings rapidly, his gaze sweeping across the warehouse.

Rusted generators, broken mechanical arms, sealed ammunition crates... these items were either damaged or completely useless for his current predicament.

Just then, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a massive object in the corner.

It was an old-fashioned humanoid mech, deep green in color, about five meters tall, covered in bullet holes and rust, with some parts of its armor dented and deformed, clearly having endured fierce combat.

The mech's head was streamlined, its eyes were dark red searchlights, currently extinguished.

The energy core on its chest was circular, covered in a thick layer of dust, dim and lifeless, yet its outline still hinted at the grandeur of its prime.

The mech's cockpit was open, the hatch lying on the ground nearby; the markings on it were somewhat blurred, but Lin Fan still recognized the Russian text—"Blizzard-7."

"Blizzard-7 experimental mech, a product of the Soviet Cold War era, nearly a century old." Related data flashed through Lin Fan's mind.

This type of mech was developed by the Soviet Union for polar warfare, equipped with a nuclear energy core and possessing immense offensive power, but due to immature technology and high failure rates, the project was halted after only three units were produced.

Unexpectedly, one of them appeared here.

The crashing sound outside grew louder, and the iron door showed obvious cracks, with pale eyes peering in through the gaps, exuding a cold, deathly stillness.

Lin Fan knew he had no time to hesitate.

"Might as well give it a shot." Lin Fan gritted his teeth and turned to run toward the mech.

He climbed onto the mech's leg armor, grabbing the protrusions, and climbed step by step toward the cockpit.

The rust on the armor coated his gloves, and the metal was incredibly sharp in some places, slicing through the outer layer of his radiation suit, but he couldn't care about that; he just wanted to get into the cockpit as soon as possible.

Finally, he climbed into the cockpit.

The control panel inside was covered in dust, with various buttons and levers arranged chaotically, and the screen was dark and covered in scratches.

Lin Fan sat in the pilot's seat, the dust making him cough a few times.

Relying on his knowledge of mech operation learned in the virtual battlefield, he began to fumble with starting the mech.

First was the energy core's start button.

Lin Fan found a red lever on the left side of the control panel, marked with the Russian word for "Start."

He took a deep breath and pulled the lever down hard.

"Hum—"

The mech's energy core emitted a piercing hum, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for nearly a century was being awakened.

The cockpit screen instantly lit up, emitting a faint green glow, and the energy core on its chest lit up as well, first with a faint red light, then gradually becoming brighter, the indicator light on the chest slowly blinking like a beating heart.

"Startup successful, energy remaining 37%, weapon system damaged, only basic combat functions retained." The mech's built-in AI said in stiff Russian, its voice crackling with heavy static, clearly severely aged.

Lin Fan felt a surge of joy; although the weapon system was damaged and energy was low, the basic combat functions were enough to handle the immediate crisis.

He gripped the control stick, attempting to move the mech's arm.

The mech's arm slowly lifted, making a fist; the movement was somewhat clumsy, and the joints made "creak-creak" sounds, but it was indeed able to move normally.

Just then, the warehouse's iron door was smashed open with a "bang," and the test subjects and robots outside surged in instantly.

Their pale eyes stared at Lin Fan in the cockpit, emitting meaningless roars as they swarmed toward the mech.

"Right on time!" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Lin Fan's eyes, and he slammed the thruster button.

The mech's leg thrusters spewed weak flames, and it took heavy, lumbering steps, rushing toward the test subjects and robots at the entrance.

"Bang!"

The mech's fist smashed heavily into the leading test subject, which was instantly reduced to a pile of fragments; glowing blue circuits and gears scattered across the floor, then turned into flickering streams of data, dissipating into the air.

Lin Fan didn't pause, controlling the mech to continue forward, sweeping out with his other fist and smashing several nearby robots into scrap metal.

Although the old mech's movements were clumsy, its power was astonishing.

Every punch and every step caused massive destruction.

Test subjects were crushed by the mech's feet, robots were sent flying by its fists, and the warehouse was filled with the loud clashing of metal and the faint glow of dissipating data streams.

Lin Fan was immersed in the frenzy of battle; the control stick seemed to have a life of its own in his hands, and the mech felt like an extension of his own body, with every attack landing precisely on the enemy.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting, only that he kept punching and stomping, the enemies before him dwindling, while the alarm from the mech's energy core grew increasingly urgent.

"Energy remaining 15%, please replenish energy as soon as possible." The built-in AI's voice sounded again.

Lin Fan's heart tightened; energy was running low.

He looked around; the test subjects and robots in the warehouse had been cleared out, leaving only a floor full of fragments and dust.

Just as he was preparing to control the mech to leave the warehouse and head to the core area, a silver-white beam suddenly shot from the end of the passage outside the warehouse, moving as fast as lightning and precisely hitting the mech's energy core!

"Boom!"

A violent explosion erupted instantly, the energy core was destroyed, the mech lost all power and crashed heavily onto the ice, the cockpit glass shattered with a "crack," and fragments flew everywhere.

Lin Fan was thrown out by the massive impact, his body hitting the inner wall of the cockpit before bouncing back and landing heavily on the cold floor.

A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, and he couldn't help but spit it out, staining the front of his radiation suit red.

Agonizing pain surged through his entire body, as if his bones had been taken apart.

Lin Fan struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up.

The warehouse gate had been destroyed by the explosion's shockwave, and a team of people clad in silver-white armor stood at the end of the passage.

Their armor was as smooth as a mirror, without any markings, as if forged from a single piece of metal.

Helmets covered their entire faces, with only a blue light band at the eye level, radiating a cold aura.

The lethal beam from just now had come from the weapon in the leader's hand—a long gun with a peculiar design, its body entirely silver, with a faint blue light flickering at the muzzle.

The guard robots and test subjects were no match for these armored figures.

Those test subjects and robots that had been wandering the perimeter of the warehouse were like they had been hit with a pause button, freezing in place before turning into streams of data and dissipating into the air.

The entire passage instantly fell into a deathly silence, leaving only the sound of Lin Fan's heavy breathing and the synchronized footsteps of the armored figures.

"Step, step, step..."

The footsteps were steady and powerful, each landing sounding like it was stepping on Lin Fan's heart.

The leading armored figure walked up to Lin Fan, looking down at him from above, the blue light band slowly flowing on the helmet, exuding a sense of scrutiny.

His voice sounded electronically processed, cold and emotionless, entering Lin Fan's ears word by word: "test subject no. 97, you have crossed the line."

"test subject no. 97?"

These words exploded like a thunderclap in Lin Fan's mind, making his whole body shudder as if struck by lightning.

He jerked his head up, staring intensely at the opponent's helmet, his eyes filled with shock and confusion: "Who are you? What test subject? I am not a test subject!"

His voice was raspy from excitement, and the sharp pain in his chest made him cough a few times, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

He didn't understand why these people would call him "test subject no. 97."

He was Lin Fan, a child who grew up in an orphanage, a soldier who had experienced countless battles; how could he be a so-called "test subject"?

The armored figure did not answer his question, only slowly raising his hand, the long gun in it aimed at Lin Fan's chest.

The blue light at the muzzle grew brighter, radiating a lethal aura.

Lin Fan subconsciously wanted to resist, but found his body had suddenly lost its strength, his limbs beginning to go numb, as if he had been injected with an anesthetic, leaving him without even the strength to lift his hand.

He knew he was no match for these people.

These people's strength far exceeded his imagination; their armor and weapons were not at a level attainable by current human civilization.

Just then, the leading armored figure slowly raised his other hand, and the helmet's visor began to slide upward.

Lin Fan's heart beat faster and faster; he vaguely felt that he was about to see a truth that would subvert his perception.

He stared intently at the sliding visor, his breathing coming to a halt.

The visor opened completely, revealing the face of a young man.

With sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and pale skin, devoid of any color.

This face was actually seven or eight parts similar to Lin Fan's!

Especially those eyes, deep and carrying the same confusion, yet with an added trace of indescribable indifference, as if they had seen through all the falsehoods of the world.

Below his left eyebrow bone, there was also a shallow scar; its position and shape were exactly the same as the scar on Lin Fan's face!

"You... who are you?" Lin Fan was too shocked to speak, his mind blank, leaving only endless doubt and fear.

Who was this man? Why did he look so similar to himself? Why did he call him "test subject no. 97"?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, nearly driving him to a breakdown.

Just then, the tactical watch in Lin Fan's pocket suddenly vibrated, the screen stubbornly lighting up and popping up AKai's avatar.

The background was a chaotic command room, with lights flickering; one could see people busily operating instruments, and there seemed to be explosions coming from the distance.

AKai's face was filled with anxiety, his voice carrying hurried gasps: "Lin Fan! We have reconciled; Kate Rollins has told us everything! We are on our way to Antarctica and will reach your location in half an hour! How are things on your end? Are you still safe?"

Reconciled?

A complex emotion surged in Lin Fan's heart—relief, release, and a trace of guilt.

He knew that Kate Rollins had finally told the truth, and that AKai and the others had chosen to believe him.

But now, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to wait for them to arrive.

He opened his mouth, wanting to respond to AKai, to tell them about the situation here, to tell them the secret of these eerie armored figures and "test subjects."

But before he could make a sound, the watch was suddenly hit by a blue beam; the screen instantly went black, emitted a puff of black smoke, and completely lost all activity.

The leading armored figure withdrew his hand, looking at Lin Fan indifferently, his eyes showing no ripples: "The game is over; come with us."

Lin Fan subconsciously took a step back, wanting to resist, but found the numbness in his body growing stronger, and he had completely lost control.

He knew there was nothing he could do to turn the tide.

His gaze swept over the scrapped mech beside him, then looked at the face similar to his own before him, a strong sense of unease surging in his heart.

He vaguely felt that his own background and his own pursuit were inextricably linked to these people and this "Cradle" base.

Just as the armored figure reached out to grab him, Lin Fan's tactical watch suddenly emitted a faint vibration.

That was the emergency signal button he had subconsciously pressed when AKai's avatar had popped up.

The signal was encrypted; only AKai and Kate Rollins could receive it.

The signal content was short, consisting of only one sentence: "Don't come over... they are not human."

After sending, the watch completely lost activity and never lit up again.

Lin Fan was hoisted up by his arms by two armored figures and walked toward the depths of the passage.

His body was unable to move, and he could only be forced to move forward.

The metal coffin behind him slowly closed, making a "click-clack" sound, the red warning lights gradually extinguished, and the entire underground space fell back into a deathly silence.

The cold wind whistled through the cracks in the ice, whipping up the dust on the ground, as if emitting a silent lament for this unfinished battle and for this tip of the iceberg that had been revealed.

And in the depths of the passage, what awaited Lin Fan would be an even more cruel truth and an unpredictable battle of destiny.