Han Qiong's last words stunned everyone.

After a brief silence, all the members of the Xuanwu base gathered around.

There was an invisible sense of oppression in the atmosphere.

Xiao Zao was the first to jump out, pointing at Han Qiong angrily, his voice clear and firm:

"What did you just say? My master disappeared!"

His cheeks were puffy and vines were sprouting from the ground, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

Han Qiong frowned as she looked at the plant mutant in front of her who seemed ready to fight at any time.

"Your master? Who is your master?"

Han Qiong narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of doubt in his voice.

Xiao Zao put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Gu Man! It's Gu Man! What did you mean when you said she disappeared? Explain it clearly!"

Han Qiong was slightly startled, and then he sighed:

"I never thought that 300 years later, someone would still remember her."

Song Lufeng stood aside, his eyes deep, and spoke in a cold voice:

"Han Qiong, how did Gu Man disappear?"

Han Qiong looked at him with complicated emotions in her eyes.

"Gu Man..." Her voice was very soft, as if she was recalling an unspeakable past event.

"Gu Man is our star leader and our hope at the beginning of the end times."

"She led humanity to fight against alien beasts, established bases, and created countless miracles. Even her "Moon Plan" directly changed the situation of the end of the world."

"But, her power is too strong... so strong that it is beyond the control of us humans."

Han Qiong paused and looked towards the ruins in the distance, as if he could see the distant past through these dilapidated buildings.

"Before the end of the world, the gods from another world truly appeared."

"They are not ordinary beasts, but... some kind of existence from a higher dimension. Powerful, terrifying, and incomprehensible."

"Their powers can easily warp space and even change time."

"Gu Man led us and fought off their first attack."

Han Qiong's voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he recalled some unbearable scenes.

"In that battle... Gu Man personally faced off against a god from another world."

"She fought him off, but it cost her almost all her strength in the process."

"And at the last moment of the battle, the alien god seemed to take an interest in her."

"He didn't kill her, he just... took her away."

"It brought him into his world."

"Took it away?"

Song Lufeng's heart sank and his eyes suddenly locked on Han Qiong.

"Why did the alien spirit take her away?"

His voice was low and suppressed, and he tried his best to control his emotions.

Han Qiong shook his head:

"No one knows why. Perhaps it's because her power is so special that it's beyond the comprehension of even the gods."

"Perhaps... to them, she is a kind of existence 'worthy of study'."

The jujube vines slammed against the ground, making a dull sound:

"Impossible! How could my master lose! She must still be alive!"

Liu Zui also glared and said:

"Nothing can happen to the Savior, impossible!"

The team members had different expressions.

Some were shocked, some were angry, and some had mixed expressions.

But everyone understands what this means.

Song Lufeng clenched his fists and tried to calm himself down.

"Han Qiong, tell me more about the gods from other worlds."

"What are they? What is their purpose? Why did they come to this world?"

Han Qiong's eyes became serious and his voice became low:

"The gods from other worlds...are not beings that we can fully understand."

"Their powers are beyond the laws of physics. They are so powerful that they are beyond comprehension."

"They can create alien beasts, they can corrupt humans, they can change our reality."

"In fact, they don't even need to do it themselves. They only need to influence others to bring about the end of the world."

She paused, a hint of fear flashing across her eyes.

"Their purpose... no one knows."

"But what is certain is that they do not see us humans as equals."

"In their eyes, we are nothing more than low-level creatures, or even experimental materials."

"They may have come to our world just to satisfy some kind of test or some indescribable curiosity."

"Is their power unmatched?"

Song Lufeng's eyes were cold, and anger was surging in his deep gaze.

Han Qiong said in a deep voice:

"Their power is far beyond the limits of what we humans can imagine."

"They can manipulate time and space, reshape the genes of living things, and even...completely tear apart the human mind."

"The scariest thing is that they are not just individuals, but a group."

"There seems to be some kind of connection and cooperation between each of the gods."

"They don't need to communicate in language, and they don't need to follow our rules."

"The only one who can fight against them is someone like Gu Man."

Han Qiong sighed and looked at Song Lufeng: "We have been studying them for years, but there has been no breakthrough."

"We can only keep defending and fighting back."

"If you at the Xuanwu Base also know anything about the gods from other worlds, please tell me."

Song Lufeng pondered for a moment, raised his head, and looked determined.

"No matter how powerful they are, we will never give up."

"It is not talent or luck that has brought us to where we are today, but perseverance."

"If the Savior can defeat them once, he can defeat them a second time."

The future has not yet arrived and everything can change.

Just take precautions!

Just at this moment, a weak gasp was heard from outside the tent.

Song Lufeng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man who was so thin that he was almost skin and bones staggering towards him.

His eyes were sunken, his face was covered in dirt, and the corners of his lips were so dry that blood seeped out.

The clothes on his body were already torn and there was an unhealed wound on his chest, which was oozing with blood.

His steps were extremely slow and unsteady, as if he would fall down at any moment.

"Save...save me..." he murmured in a low voice, his voice as hoarse as a dried branch in the wind.

This scene stunned everyone around.

"Help him in quickly!" Han Qiong was the first to react and rushed forward to support the survivor.

The survivor's body was as light as a feather, without any strength at all.

"Water...food..." His eyes revealed a desire for life, but this desire was quickly swallowed up by extreme weakness.

Han Qiong shouted quickly, "Go get some food! He won't last much longer!"

Inside the medical tent, a nurse searched the first aid kit but could only come up with a small, dry compressed cookie.

"That's all." The nurse's voice was filled with helplessness and despair.

Han Qiong took the cookie and carefully put a small piece into the survivor's mouth.

"Eat slowly." Her voice was soft, yet filled with anxiety.

The survivor chewed hard, his chapped lips rubbed by the rough biscuit and began to bleed again, but he didn't care about that and swallowed it hard, as if that small piece of biscuit was his life-saving straw.

But it’s not enough, not enough at all.

And just then, several boxes of supplies suddenly appeared in front of them.

It was filled with eight-treasure porridge.