Tang Ling's beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of coldness as the guitar case behind her opened. With a reverse grip, she drew the Extreme Thunder Great Sword and held it against his neck. "I advise you to stay far away from me. Otherwise, I'll take off your head with one slash."
The Profound Yin Saint rebuked angrily, "Impudent! This is an extremely important clue."
The high-ranking officials in the projection also scolded, "Thunder! What are you doing?"
"You fools should be asking yourselves what you're doing. Why is it that someone has already raised the alarm, yet you refuse to retreat? In the end, you send a Third Rank rookie to stop this riot? Now, looking back, the loss isn't great, but the person who stopped this chaos and his teammates have gone missing."
Tang Ling said coldly, "If I were you, I would have taken my own life by now."
After speaking, she opened the photograph and froze in place.
