The voice appeared out of nowhere, yet it was incredibly familiar.
A little girl in a black Combat Suit suddenly emerged from the void as if teleporting, slapped the potion out of his hand, and looked at him as though he were an idiot.
The familiar aura, the familiar voice, the familiar face.
With that cold, arrogant tone, who else could it be but Mo Ling?
It was difficult to describe his current feelings in words.
Disbelief, shock, struggle...
When he realized that the trump card he had been relying on to fight for his life had been slapped away by Mo Ling, An JingTian's heart jolted, and his face instantly went deathly pale.
It's over!
He had no idea why Mo Ling had suddenly appeared, but clearly, even if Mo Ling had arrived, it was already too late. At the very least, he could not see the Mutant that Little Mo Ling had always kept by her side.
And the potion Mo Ling had knocked away had completely shattered his last hope.
"There's no time to explain! Now—"
His figure rapidly faded into the Black Mist. An JingTian had no time to think about what was going on with Mo Ling, much less blame her.
He only knew that if he teleported over now, there might still be a sliver of hope that he could stop the enemy for one second.
Yet amid the extreme tension gripping the entire battlefield, the Mo Ling who had suddenly appeared merely glanced casually at the second Mutant in the distance. Perhaps she was curious about what it looked like, or perhaps she was curious about Dragon Security's current situation. Her eyes held many emotions, but the one thing absent from them was fear.
Even though Gao Tian looked as if he was