"Board the plane!"

The leading warrior, without any unnecessary words, directly shouted at them, and then led them in formation toward a transport aircraft.

This time, the people entering the Secret Realm were more than imagined.

Not only were there these seventy-six individuals, but also military warriors, with a total of ten transport planes, and just the one they boarded could transport three hundred fully armed people at once.

Once on board, with the help of the warriors, they fastened the safety ropes, and then amidst the loud noise, the transport aircraft plunged into the colorful vortex.

Crossing through the Abyssal Rift caused a wave of discomfort, especially the omnipresent Abyssal Aura within the rift, making Mo Qingchen feel somewhat dizzy.

Fortunately, this feeling began to fade once they entered the colorful vortex.

In an instant of blindness, when they recovered, they had already entered the Civilization’s Wound Secret Realm.

Through the special window of the transport aircraft, the situation outside was clear at a glance.

This was the marginal location of an abandoned city, endless red mist enshrouded the entire land, covering most of the buildings, with only the upper sections of skyscrapers able to breach the mist’s blockade.

"A decaying aura; it still exudes a sense of despair."

Mo Qingchen lamented, then noticed that the transport aircraft directly hovered over a building.

"Beastmasters, jump off on your own and enter the military encampment. Sappers, use ropes to rappel! Quick! Quick! Quick!"

The captain inside the cabin clapped his hands and after speaking to the crowd, directly pressed the cabin door button.

Immediately, the transport aircraft’s door opened, and a blast of wind accompanied by noise blew in, messing up people’s hair and causing some discomfort to their ears.

Without any hesitation, Mo Qingchen unfastened the restraints of the safety rope, then grabbed the nape of Wang Xiao’Er’s fate and walked first to the open cabin door, leaping out.

"Brother, Brother Mo, slow down, I wasn’t ready to jump... ah... smack..."

The transport aircraft was only about ten meters above the rooftop of the building below, but Wang Xiao’Er, being yanked, couldn’t maintain his balance and landed in a rear-end down position.

Even as a Tier Five Beastmaster, falling from such a height—even headfirst—is unlikely to be fatal, at most knocking someone unconscious, grazing a bit of scalp, and bleeding slightly.

Death was out of the question.

Just a minor concussion, which for a Beastmaster, would heal in a matter of minutes.

Mo Qingchen’s spiritual power had already extended outward, probing the surrounding situation.

Let’s be honest, the military had already cleared and somewhat modified and fortified several nearby buildings.

Heavy weapons were installed in these buildings, and at critical positions, military Beastmasters stood watch with their Guardian Beasts.

Clearly, the monsters, exotic beasts, and mutants around these buildings had been thoroughly cleared.

Within the military base in the Secret Realm, after a brief registration and reporting.

Mo Qingchen and the other pioneers who didn’t belong to the military could freely leave this military encampment.

However, Mo Qingchen was in no hurry to leave; instead, he dragged Wang Xiao’Er directly to the command center of the military encampment.

Mo Qingchen’s status had been awarded an honorary rank of Major General, so the person in charge of this encampment, upon seeing his identity, immediately signaled an official to inform him to visit the command center.

Having status made things easier; information others couldn’t access was readily available to Mo Qingchen.

Upon arriving at the command center, the highest commander of this military encampment, a Major General, smilingly presented some intelligence the military had discovered within Civilization’s Wound.

"Major General Mo, Civilization’s Wound is a high-level Secret Realm. Would you like the encampment to arrange an escort squad for you while you act outside?"

Looking at the young man before him, who had reached the Tier Six Beastmaster level in less than a year, laden with countless honors, General Li couldn’t help but exclaim at the prowess of youth.

Meanwhile, he also felt as if his own time had been squandered away.

Yet, these feelings came and went quickly, and his current goal was precisely clear: to forge a relationship with Mo Qingchen and then swiftly elevate his corps!

Everyone has some background or connection, don’t they?

Although the information about the Super Soldier Serum was still locked due to minimal production, he had already caught wind of it.

In fact, within his corps, he had selected the best of the elite and had them injected.

This was a hundred-member Beastmaster team, each one a Tier Seven or higher Beastmaster.

Now, injected with the Super Soldier Serum, every Beastmaster’s power surged dramatically, no longer merely reliant on their Guardian Beasts for protection.

And now, this super Beastmaster team was pioneering within the Civilization’s Wound Secret Realm.

It’s just unfortunate that when General Li tried to apply for more serum, he was refused by the higher-ups.

The production capacity was too limited; not all the good stuff could be given to his corps, right?

Thus, with no serum provided by higher-ups, General Li could only rely on his own means to obtain it.