"I'll go," Zhong Ling suddenly said. "I can bring those anomalous corpses in with me too. Our overall combat strength should be a little higher than the two of you combined."
"Better not... If anything happens to you, I won't be able to explain it to Tianshu Tower," Sun Hang said. "Besides, I've got this feeling that this 'firework' is coming for me... If that's the case, I have no reason to hide in the back and sit by."
There was actually something else Sun Hang had not said aloud—if all the anomalous corpses controlled by Zhong Ling were added together, their total combat strength probably still would not match Sun Hang alone.
Since returning from Nameless Island, Sun Hang's strength had improved by leaps and bounds... If he fought Tyrant now, Tyrant probably would not even get the chance to deliver his opening threats before Sun Hang knocked him flat.
"I agree with Sun Hang," Candle Dragon said with a nod. "Your most important task on this trip is ensuring your own safety. But under the current circumstances, I might not be able to keep you safe inside the high-temperature zone."
Zhong Ling's identity was rather special; Sun Hang had confirmed that long ago—her father possessed a very high clearance level within Tianshu Tower. In terms of family background, the Zhong family might even surpass the Ye family... Zhong Ling was undoubtedly a genuine rich young lady. She was simply rather low-key in both manner and dress, making it difficult to tell.
Sun Hang had only learned later that the dress she had worn on the day he kidnapped her, the one without even a tag on it, had been handmade by some master tailor. The material alone had cost more than ten thousand, and the master's labor fee—whose