Main World · West Land
The White-Haired Girl raised the staff in her hand high. Countless sprawling vines burst from the earth, binding figures one after another, hanging them in the sky, and pinning them to the ground.
The surrounding staff immediately swarmed forward and restrained the bound people.
Then she silently lowered her staff. Her entire body tilted, and she fell straight backward.
A vine extended from behind her, supporting her body and keeping her upright.
Then she placed the staff on the ground, braced herself, and walked toward the helicopter beside her.
She looked at the young staff member waiting in the helicopter and asked hoarsely, "Where's the next one?"
Her voice was slow and thick with exhaustion.
"Miss Goya, please take a rest."
The young staff member looked at the White-Haired Girl and asked worriedly, "You've been working nonstop for a long time."
"It's fine." Goya raised her head. Her cold, pale skin slowly drew tight as she revealed a faint smile. "I can still go on. I'll ask Yan Yue directly."
She glanced at the staff member, picked up her phone, and made a video call.
Beep—
With a crisp connection tone, the call was answered instantly.
A clear video image appeared on the phone.
Yan Yue seemed to be in some kind of call center. Dense, piercing phone rings sounded behind her like rapid, sharp drum beats.
Figures behind her answered those calls at high speed and recorded the information from them, but whenever an old call ended, a new one immediately came in.
Yan Yue stood in the middle of the crowd, frantically flipping through documents, reading their contents, and quickly handing the corresponding files to the corresponding people.
She moved so quickly that she almost left afterimages, fine sweat seeping across her forehead.