Three Clues, the Traitor!

Tang Jian had sensed from the moment he arrived in the Southern Border blockade zone that someone seemed to be watching him in secret.

However, it had always been nothing more than a feeling. He had never managed to uncover any clues or find the source of that sensation.

It was not until today, while discussing matters with Yang Zhen and the others.

Yang Zhen's voluntary request for his true body to accompany them suddenly struck a chord in Tang Jian's heart, causing him to develop some suspicion toward Yang Zhen.

At this moment, Tang Jian chose the time when he had discussed the battle plan with Yang Zhen and Vasily, directly possessing Yang Zhen's body.

His conscious awareness traveled back through time.

It swiftly entered Yang Zhen's body.

It felt like cotton originally stuffed into a ten-milliliter bottle had suddenly been forcibly crammed into a five-milliliter bottle.

Even his spirit and will felt cramped. He could feel the weakness of this possessed body; with the slightest movement of his consciousness, he could rapidly push the frail brain into an overclocked state.

"Yang Zhen's vitality is only around thirty-two thousand. Even among Card Gods, he is relatively weak. He is probably comparable to my vitality level before I entered seclusion."

Tang Jian thought to himself.

A vitality of thirty thousand was indeed far too weak compared to Tang Jian's current mental strength of 1,870 points.

The Card God Body, indestructible in the eyes of ordinary Card Masters, could at any moment be broken down into countless tiny cellular particles before Tang Jian's Willpower.

"Lord Tang, your decision is excellent. I have nothing further to add. I will simply cooperate with your orders!"

At that moment, the possessed body had already followed the response it had given during that period in