Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game [601-800]

Chapter 665 - Was Prepared

"According to Pu Shi's judgment, he believes that the remaining player teams are still not clean. He will think of a way to catch the 'rat'."

President Wayne thought for a moment, then he raised his head and asked, "Have you checked the true identities of the intruders?"

"The Federation is currently conducting an investigation. It will take some time for the results to come back. Since the intruders were able to hide within us for so long, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to find clues."

A vice president of the association revealed a displeased expression. "Two days ago, someone made some minor adjustments to the seal. Did Pu Shi not discover anything at all? What's going on?"

"Don't get angry. It has nothing to do with Pu Shi. Hundreds of years of peace have caused us to slowly relax our vigilance. We are all responsible." President Wayne raised his hand to stop him. "No matter who it is, disturbing the peace of the dead is the greatest blasphemy. His soul will never be able to rest in peace."

"Fortunately, the death realm crevice is still under control. We still have time to recover."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Dickey was burning with anxiety. He could not sit still.

It was fine if the seal on the crack in the world of death was destroyed.

It did not matter if this world was destroyed.

After all, to the necromancer, death was true peace.

But why did it have to involve his favorite student?

If he had known that something like this would happen, he wouldn't have agreed to let Fang Heng go to the fallen corridor even if a knife was pointed at him.

Dickey was now very clear that at this stage, the outside world had no way to save Fang Heng.

He could only rely on himself!

"President, with Pu Shi's ability, he should be able to complete the repair of the damaged seal."

"But what I'm worried about is that this incident happened too suddenly. The fallen corridor is completely sealed off, and the members trapped inside don't have any supplies. In addition, the Shrine of Bones has been triggered maliciously, and the ancient vengeful spirits have revived. If this drags on for a long time, the combat strength of the players trapped inside the corridor will be greatly reduced."

Indeed, the most troublesome problem was the replenishment of materials.

The trapped players lacked holy water to dispel the curse. If they were careless and were injured, the curse's effects would accumulate to a terrifying degree.

There were also soul candles, food, water sources...

The lack of materials was a great test for the entire team.

Facing all sorts of unfavorable conditions, how long could they last?

"We have to prepare for the worst. Once the seal of the death realm crevice is completely destroyed and Tier 4 creatures escape, there will be a huge disturbance in the Eastern region. We need to set up a control beforehand and completely seal off the surrounding cities."

A vice president from the Federation frowned and suggested, "Vice presidents, a large-scale migration of people will cause a huge disturbance in the Eastern region. Do we have any other methods? We..."

As the few of them were discussing, a necromancy attendant hurried in and whispered into Wayne's ear.

"Are you sure?"