In the eyes of Muuherr and the others, that wisp of black gas was like a firefly in the night, extremely obvious.
The black gas left Porter Bai's corpse and floated towards Graham.
Looking at that wisp of black gas, Muuherr and the others all had solemn expressions.
It wasn't because of the black gas, but rather the tenacity Porter Bai had displayed at the end, which had really given them a fright.
They had fought with many people, and Porter Bai had even killed seven of them. They really didn't know whether this was a win or a loss.
Fortunately, Porter Bai had been alone...
Muuherr and the others rejoiced as they watched that wisp of black gas enter the robot's cockpit.
"Unreconciled … That's to be expected."
Muuherr glanced at the corpse lying on the ground.
He knew that this was Porter Bai's resentment after his death, and he had seen this kind of phenomenon quite a few times.
After all, the Stonewall Squad was different from ordinary telekinesis users. They had been active on the battlefield for many years, and the frequency of their battles with telekinesis users was much higher than that of regular professional hunters.
If they killed too many enemies, it was inevitable that they would encounter resentment from those who died with their eyes wide open.
"Are you alright, Graham?"
As usual, Muuherr asked in a friendly manner.
In the cockpit, a short figure was silently staring at his right palm with his head lowered.
After a moment, he or she put down his hand and replied, "It's a small problem. With this level of resentment, there's no need to find a Psychic Exorcist to deal with it."
Muuherr lightly patted the cockpit and suggested, "To be on the safe side, we need to find Kurli to deal with it after the battle."
"Okay."
Graham agreed, then reminded, "Kurli doesn't like people calling him by that name."
"Haha."
Muuherr laughed disapprovingly.
Kurli was the team's Yunsi, who specialized in ancient language research.
Perhaps because the name Kurli sounded rather feminine, Kurli always referred to himself as Yunsi and hoped that his teammates would call him Yunsi.
In fact, Yunsi was Kurli's surname, and there were actually quite a few people who used their surname as their name, such as Nitro.
Kurli was an ancient language hunter, but at the same time, he was also a half-baked Psychic Exorcist.
From Muuherr's point of view, it should be more than enough for Kurli to get rid of Potterbai's resentment after his death.
Although that resentment might not have any effect on Graham, leaving it alone would still make him feel uncomfortable.
Therefore, he advised Graham not to look down on it. Although Graham didn't think it was a big deal, he wouldn't refuse as long as it wasn't troublesome.
Now that they had successfully taken care of their powerful enemy, the stone wall team felt much more relaxed.
Given the circumstances, they still hastily buried the bodies of their fallen comrades, even including Potter's white ones.
Although Potter was the enemy who had killed seven of their companions, they had always admired the strong, so they naturally didn't mind taking care of Potter's funeral.
After that, Muuherr and the others left the room.
They didn't know the situation of their teammates, but that didn't stop them from taking on the task of providing assistance.
At this moment, many places in the underground ruins had formed battle circles.
The two sides of the battle were, of course, Bujand's team and the Association's team.
And the masked man of unknown identity was moving towards the depths of the underground ruins at a fast speed.
The copper mechanical life forms that were continuously born outside the safe zone in the ruins couldn't restrict the masked man at all, so the masked man didn't have to be as cautious as humans.
He was very straightforward, just like going down the stairs, his footsteps didn't stop, he just went down.
At the same time, in a safe zone.
Sea urchin-shaped crystals were suspended in the air of the safe zone, with long and thin crystal spikes of varying lengths all around.
The long ones were pressed against the wall, while the short ones were suspended in the air.
The Association's logistics personnel who didn't participate in the battle stayed here. Sambika, Men Qi, and Kita Yoshida were all there.
Mo Laowu carried a big pipe and stood closer to the entrance.
At present, he used the insects that Nianyan had created to set up an airtight warning line in the area outside the safe zone.
Not only that, but the entrances and exits were also buried with trigger and active traps.
"I wonder how the battle is going."
Mo Laowu stared at one of the entrances.
This was the safest place to be.
With the crystals here, the copper mechanical life forms couldn't enter the room.
Therefore, occupying a safe zone was one of the basic conditions for a protracted battle.
Basically, the logistics personnel of the team were all here, and the main combat personnel were all mobilized.
Presumably, Bujand's people were the same.
Waiting was tedious and boring. Normally, Rabbit Pijon would take out her phone to play, but she didn't.
Whether it was her mood or the atmosphere in the field, she didn't have the mood to waste time.
In the end, the death of her team members and the environment of the underground ruins had affected her in varying degrees.
It was like a puddle of water that slowly accumulated, and it also slowly affected her state of mind.
At this moment, a hand was placed on her keyboard.
That hand had a slightly strong psychic power.
Pijoen was suddenly startled. He felt that his chest, which had been stuffy and stuffy, suddenly felt much better.
She turned around and saw Horse Noon Saqiu. She couldn't help but smile bitterly and say self-deprecatingly, "I'm about to become the person you take care of."
"You already are," Horse Noon Saqiu said straightforwardly.
"Can't you be more tactful?!" Pijon was angry.
"Sorry, I'll be more careful in the future."
"I've heard this sentence at least three times." Pijon was helpless.
Horse Noon Saqiu was a two-star Annoyance Hunter, and his duty was to relieve the pressure on his teammates and to ease their minds.
In the team, only Pijon needed to be taken care of, and he had to go and help from time to time.
"There's a situation."
Suddenly, everyone heard Crook's slightly nervous voice.
"The recipient is gone …"
Everyone's expression changed slightly, knowing what it meant when the recipient was gone.
"Who is it?" Kita Yoshida's expression was serious.
Crook's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he said with difficulty, "It's … it's Portland!"
The field instantly fell into a dead silence.
How could it be Portland …
Was the pressure on the main battlefield so great?
Everyone's expression was different.
Sambika silently clenched her fists. She thought that her psychic ability could have a good killing effect, but the team had designated her as a support member, so she shouldn't be standing on the front line.
She looked at the serious expressions of her teammates and said, "Maybe we can …"
"This is the president's order."
Kita Yoshida seemed to have guessed what Sambika was going to say and immediately interrupted her.
"…"
Sambika opened her mouth but didn't say anything else.
Kita Yoshida bit her thumb, and there was a gloomy look in the depths of her eyes.
It was clear that they were going to fight a protracted battle, so why did Portland die?
With Portland's strength, even if he couldn't win, he should be able to escape with his life intact.
What happened to him?
Could it be Bujand?
Kita Yoshida couldn't figure it out.
Because she didn't know that Portland's enemy was a legendary mercenary team, not a single person, or two or three people.
At this point, they could only hope that there wouldn't be any more casualties.
The purpose of the first wave of confrontation wasn't to win, but to obtain information.
"President, don't mess around this time!"
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