One minute later.
The battle ended, and the silver-white ground was stained with a faint layer of blood.
Watching Mo Ling's projection behind her devour the corpses like a monster, the fewer-than-ten-member Troll squad gathered together nervously, every one of them tense and uneasy.
It was as if the one standing before them was not a participant from another civilization, but some kind of monster disguised as a human.
"Th-Thank you for intervening, ma'am. I can never repay this kindness! May I ask if you know our commander?"
"My name is Gu Yi. I am the descendant of the Gusman you mentioned."
Swallowing nervously, Gu Yi held Gu Lan, who was left with only half her body. For a moment, he did not know whether he should thank the human before him or remain wary.
That was terrifying!
It was not only Mo Ling's strength that had shocked him to the core. The Necro-lord's abilities also filled him with terror.
Mo Ling alone had dealt with two-thirds of the enemies. Her abilities did not belong to any kind of rule he knew, yet their effects were frighteningly powerful.
If the other party had not saved his life and called out Gusman's name, he might have simply fled right then!
Ignoring the Trolls' wariness, Mo Ling shook her head and answered bluntly:
"I don't know him."
"But my... hmm... my Lin An knows someone from your side. You know Lin An? Never mind. Use your means of contacting the outside world right now and have your people place a bet of 300 points on the Creator Alliance."
"Once you've placed the bet, consider the favor repaid."
Unwilling to waste any time, Mo Ling finished speaking, and the crimson light in her eyes seemed to serve as a warning as she stared