Chapter 5123 — The Thousand Blades Sect
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"What sort of existence is this Primordial Alliance?" The doctors present had always devoted themselves to their own research, and few of them had any concrete notion of what the so-called Primordial Alliance actually was.
"The compiled intelligence on the Primordial Alliance has all been sent to your computers. A glance will make the details clear." Lan Xiaoru gestured toward the laptops before each of them. In truth, quite a few had already been reading before she spoke.
Not everyone enjoyed that privilege, however—at least not the peripheral researchers seated around the edges. Brother Dafeng noted this and inwardly lamented the loss; otherwise he might have gauged exactly how much these people knew about the Primordial Alliance, and thereafter would have been far more confident in what to say and do, never fearing he might betray himself with some unnatural slip.
"At the very least they are all Foundation Establishment experts? If every cultivator in the Primordial Alliance is that powerful, then with the strength we have here, I'm afraid it's hardly enough to deal with them, is it not?" someone immediately questioned.
"Exactly, and right now they're all gathered together—there's no chance to strike at all, is there?" Others shook their heads in agreement.
"Everyone, even Foundation Establishment experts can be dealt with if we plan carefully and pick out the weakest among them—success is not impossible. As for their being gathered together, far from being a bad thing for our plan, it is in fact a tremendous advantage." Lan Xiaoru smiled faintly.
"How do you figure that?" The crowd was puzzled.
"It's simple. Though most of them are gathered together, not all have been recalled. Some are still active throughout the secular world, and these people almost always operate alone—they are precisely our ideal targets! Conversely, if all of them moved about normally, we would have to weigh matters very carefully indeed, because that would mean they could likely come to one another's rescue. But as things stand, those operating outside are few in number, and scattered to the four corners of the earth. Once we fix our eyes on one, there will be no help coming from heaven or earth." Lan Xiaoru spoke with confidence.
"Doctor Lan, may I ask what we are to use against the Primordial Alliance's Foundation Establishment experts? I heard that the only successful Subject One from before has already been killed. Could Cloud Terrace Island send reinforcements through?" someone asked.
"That's impossible. The transmission channel connecting us with Cloud Terrace Island can currently transport only inanimate objects; the success rate for living matter is negligible. Pinning our hopes on such a low-probability event is simply unreliable." Someone immediately shook his head in opposition.
The crowd fell into heated discussion. Brother Dafeng, seated at the edge, listened dumbfounded. Though central headquarters must certainly possess means of travel between Cloud Terrace Island and the secular world—a fact already confirmed by that earlier letter—hearing it with his own ears still left him shaken. The strength of central headquarters was truly off the charts.
"We don't need reinforcements from Cloud Terrace Island. We have that capability ourselves." Lan Xiaoru paused, slowly sweeping her gaze across the room, and from her lips came three words: "The Hunter Team."
At these words the room fell silent at once. Brother Dafeng did not understand, but the core doctors of central headquarters present knew full well the weight of those three words. Every one of their latest achievements was equipped to this mysterious squad at the first opportunity; it was a card the secular world's central headquarters rarely played—a trump card.