Having made up her mind, the last trace of a smile vanished from Leng Yaozhu's face.
She looked down at Ling Zichen, her tone icy and utterly devoid of emotion. "Since you insist on this, I won't make things difficult for you."
"Just stay here and watch Tang Sect be destroyed with your own eyes."
With that, she said no more and turned to leave.
Her dark crimson enforcement uniform swept through the air in a crisp arc, her footsteps echoing through the empty interrogation room as they gradually faded away.
With a loud clang, the heavy metal door shut, cutting off the light outside along with every sound.
Ling Zichen was left alone in the interrogation room.
She slowly opened her eyes and stared in the direction Leng Yaozhu had disappeared, her pearly teeth clamping down hard on her lower lip.
Her lips had turned pale from the bite, blood seeping out, yet she still did not loosen her teeth.
It felt as though a ball of fire had lodged itself in her chest, stifling and restless.
Tang Sect being destroyed?
She did not believe it.
Tang Sect had Zang Xin, Cao Dezhi, so many Title Douluos, and such deeply rooted networks of influence. How could it be so easily wiped out?
But...
Whenever she thought of the power displayed by the Dragon Fighting Plane, those bizarre Black Hand creatures, and how even a Super Douluo like Guo Zhenfeng had died on the battlefield, her heart could not help sinking.
The Federation's three great legions had suffered setbacks across the board, and even Guan Yue, master of the War God Temple, had failed to gain any advantage. Shrek and the Spirit Pagoda had yet to make a move. If the Dragon Fighting Plane truly went all out, could Tang