"Who are you! Get out!"
The base commander's voice carried a hint of anger, and his eyes seemed to spit out scorching flames, as if he wanted to burn everyone he saw to death.
Before the ice coffin stood a boy wearing a mask of Sun Wukong, his fingers pressed against the ice coffin.
Green energy overflows from fingertips.
It looks like it could shatter the peace inside at any moment.
The base commander suddenly stood still, his fingers cracking, his eyes fixed on the finger that had touched the ice coffin.
“Base Commander Leng, I’ve long heard of your strength, so I can only speak to you here. Please don’t get so excited, or I might accidentally break the ice coffin.”
The masked boy's voice was somewhat alluring; he spoke slowly and deliberately, yet his tone carried a subtle threat.
His fingertips were wreathed in a faint, eerie green light, which looked very strange, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, unlike the strong vitality that a normal wood-type ability user exudes.
Under the dim light, Sun Wukong's mask did not look like the majestic Great Sage Equaling Heaven, but rather like a corrupted demon.
Aside from the mask, all that can be seen is a striking red mole on his chin.
Who are you?!
The base commander's voice was icy cold.
The dragon's reverse scale must not be touched.
The person before him was so provocative; if they weren't in front of the ice coffin, they would already be dead.
"My name is Wang Ge, a member of the True God Research Institute."
Wang Ge casually raised his chin, revealing a red mole, and continued,
"The True God Research Institute originated nearly two thousand years ago and specializes in studying the mysteries of the brain. Perhaps for ordinary people, superpowers only appeared after the cataclysmic events of heaven and earth, but for the True God Research Institute, its emergence was inevitable. As early as two thousand years ago, someone had already calculated what would happen today."
“I’m not interested in these things. I suggest you take your hands off me.”
The base commander didn't listen carefully to what Wang Ge was saying; his gaze was chillingly cold.
Wang Ge smiled gently from behind the mask, removing his fingers from the ice coffin, though his hand remained very close to it.
If he were to destroy the ice coffin, the base commander might not have time to intervene.
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