Resurrection Empire-Chapter 1070 - 417: Layered Traps, Destiny’s Design

Ren Zhong looked down at the stopwatch accurate to milliseconds.

This time, the advance was smoother, arriving here two seconds earlier than planned.

After waiting for those exact two seconds, he leaped forward, rushing into the hole melted by the plasma beam to enter a new hall.

Following closely behind Ren Zhong, the team adjusted as planned into the Armored Soldier—Void.

After entering, Void immediately transformed back into energy, converting into a cloud form and dispersing throughout the hall.

Eventually, Void’s body expanded into a massive cloud of diffuse fog, with a total volume exceeding a thousand cubic meters, clinging tightly to the hall’s walls, perfectly blocking a round hole that had opened like a camera lens.

At the same time, a straight path appeared inside the cloud formed by Void, leading to the other side of the hall.

"Everyone, speed up, these round holes are releasing extremely high energy, I can only hold on for five minutes."

Void used the vibrations of his energy form to resonate the air and spoke to everyone in this fashion.

But Ren Zhong and the others didn’t need his reminder; they had already moved forward the moment the path began to appear and extend.

As soon as Void finished speaking, Ren Zhong and the others had already reached the other side of the hall.

Bai Feng stood at the forefront of the team, first metallicizing his body’s cuticle layer, extending dozens of long metal tendrils from his chest to clog the dozens of round holes revealed in the path’s side wall.

In an instant, the contact points between the tendrils and the wall turned red, but they did not dissolve.

Behind Bai Feng, the hacker Chen Qiao sat down on the spot.

Beside Chen Qiao, Qian Wangshen quickly built an upright cabinet about two meters high, 0.8 meters long, and 0.5 meters wide.

The cabinet’s interior was filled with tens of thousands of silicon chips with a three-nanometer manufacturing process.

On the ground beside the cabinet was a large energy supply battery. This battery, produced by the Rock Group laboratory, could provide a stable large current.

The battery and the cabinet were connected by two thick superconducting cables.

In front of Chen Qiao was a 108-key mechanical keyboard custom-made by Wen Lei and an old-fashioned LCD screen. Her hands moved rapidly, inputting programs at lightning speed and mobilizing the computing power within the cabinet.

Current began to surge, and heat started to erupt.

Beside her, Yujin had loaded a thermal diffusion bullet into her sniper rifle and fired it at the lower part of the cabinet.

The cabinet that was hit did not shake. A layer of frost spread from the point of impact, quickly covering the cabinet and the adjacent battery, extending up Chen Qiao’s operating console.

Those standing nearby couldn’t help but shiver. This thermal absorbing bullet was indeed impressive, perfectly cooling the silicon chips in the cabinet, much more effective than liquid nitrogen.

Chen Qiao’s keyboard was also covered in frost, but fortunately, she had already put on a pair of specially made thermal gloves, which did not affect her performance.

She was racing against the clock to input program codes and using the emitter on Ren Zhong’s Red Blade Armor to send signals outside.

Ren Zhong did not rush anyone, simply holding his Double Sabers and standing silently by.

He understood all the mysteries of this hall.

Despite its ordinary appearance, he had been burned to death here seven times, but this was the only viable route he found, after multiple failures, straight to the depths of the White Sphere.

The strength of the hall’s walls exceeded even liquid metal, indestructible, with no escape once the doors were closed.

In the first two entries into this hall, Ren Zhong had attempted to forcefully carve out a path, but it was to no avail.

During the second attempt’s end, Noel Sandro analyzed before his death that there was a neutron coating on the hall walls.

The so-called neutron coating referred to a layer of neutron material a single atom thick, covering the walls. This was the true Wall of Lament; unless a black hole devours it, no force could break it. Upon realizing this, Ren Zhong changed his approach.

He had Chen Qiao employ her hacker skills to inject electromagnetic waves through tiny gaps, penetrate the hall’s control panel, and directly open the door. Ultimately, after failing repeatedly here seven times, Ren Zhong succeeded on the eighth attempt.

As time ticked away, the atmosphere became somewhat heavy.

Only Ren Zhong remained calm and composed, occasionally glancing at Ma Xiaoling nearby.

At this moment, Ma Xiaoling had lifted the visor of her tactical helmet, looking somewhat weary.