Zhou Wenyan's eyes widened in surprise, as if he was shocked as to why Lin Ze would ask such a question. Then he remembered that the other party was a newcomer, so he said with relief: "Master Ming Ke is the captain of the second team of Guardians, a noble existence of Sequence 2.

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Lin Ze was slightly startled: "Second team? How many teams are there in total?"

"Originally there were seven teams, but since the darkness fell, the guardians have suffered heavy losses in successive battles, and now there are only three teams left." Zhou sighed.

"Are the captains of the other two teams as strong as him?"

Zhou was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly replied: "I don't know about that, but the strength of the captains of each team is basically the same. They are all capable of confronting the disaster beasts head-on."

Lin Ze took a deep breath.

In other words, there are at least three saint-level beings in this copy?

Moreover, the disaster beast sounds like it is a saint-level existence. Could it be that it is the mission target of this copy?

Lin Ze's thoughts were spinning rapidly in his mind, but at this moment, the white-uniformed officers on the street had gathered, following Ming Ke, they quickly left the street and ran towards the distance.

Seeing this, Lin Ze gathered his thoughts and followed the crowd.

All that was seen along the way were broken walls and ruins, and the ground was cracked everywhere. It was obvious that a fierce battle had occurred not long ago. There were several extremely large corpses lying not far away, and their appearance looked like black bodies magnified five or six times.

Orcs.

In addition, there are many corpses of small black orcs and people in white uniforms. There are little light particles escaping from the corpses. It seems that they are disintegrating and will disappear soon.

The white-uniformed personnel led by Ming Ke turned a blind eye to these corpses and just hurried forward.

After running for about ten minutes, the group finally arrived at a crossroads.

What comes into view is a vast gray land.

Lin Ze looked intently. Taking the crossroad as the boundary, one side was a black and white world of deathly silence, and the other side was an empty, desolate gray wilderness with neither plants nor stones. It was really strange.

And he keenly noticed that when he stepped into the gray wilderness, the solemn expressions of the people in white uniforms around him softened slightly, and they seemed to be relieved.

"Okay, those dark descendants won't chase us here anymore, we are safe." Zhou Ru said with relief.

"Where should we go next?" Lin Ze asked.

"Of course we're going back to the White Palace." Zhou glanced at him in confusion, pointed ahead and said, "Look, we're almost there."
Chapter completed!