Chapter 1572: The Multitude of Life's Aspects_2

"Ah, what a pity, what a pity!" He shook his head and focused his attention on the "Twelve Hours."

The last half day, what should be done?

He fell into deep thought.

......

At the edge of the small town, the command center, armed helicopters parked on the empty ground.

Yang Fan stepped down from the cockpit and walked towards the command center.

A middle-aged man with glasses hurried over, asking, "Yang Fan, what exactly happened? How did the Hell Mud Sculpture get lifted."

"We lost." Yang Fan said softly, his eyes searching around, "Is there a phone?"

"Speak clearly, what did we lose?" Although his words were tough, the middle-aged man with glasses still took out his personal phone and handed it to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan grabbed the phone and skillfully dialed a number.

Beep, beep, beep.

"Hello?" A warm voice on the other end brought a comforting warmth into Yang Fan's heart, it was his wife's voice.

Yang Fan opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't speak.