At those words, Ghost Douluo's expression changed instantly.
Certain death?!
Red Ning continued, "Wang Xiaoming is only using your body to carry out his insane experiments."
"Once he's squeezed out every last bit of your usefulness, you'll become a perfect shell with no consciousness."
"In this hopeless world, we Soul Masters from the Douluo Continent can only truly survive by banding together and establishing a faction of our own."
"If we rely on those Native Factions, we'll only be treated as expendable resources and sent to our deaths."
Ghost Douluo frowned deeply, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. He began to hesitate.
He was suspicious by nature, and Red Ning's words struck right at his weak spot.
He began recalling the fanatical yet icy look in Wang Xiaoming's eyes whenever he looked at him.
That wasn't the way someone looked at a partner. It was the way someone looked at a priceless treasure!
Just then...
Zhao Jianguo, who had been standing beside Red Ning, keenly sensed that the situation was taking a turn for the worse.
If this Titled Douluo was swayed, the plan Professor Wang had painstakingly developed would be completely ruined.
All those sacrifices would have been for nothing!
Zhao Jianguo put his hand behind his back, keeping it out of sight.
He quietly slipped the Second Emergency Communicator out of his sleeve.
His thumb was already resting on the red Alarm Button, ready to transmit a distress signal of the highest priority.
But he had underestimated Red Ning far too much.
Without even turning her head, Red Ning sent her red hair curling behind Zhao Jianguo.
A sharp crack rang out.
The red hair not only crushed the tiny communicator, but also constricted around Zhao Jianguo's thumb and severed it!
"Aah!" Zhao Jianguo screamed, clutching his hand as