Dong Lin panicked.
For the first time in all his years of scheming, he felt panic.
Even when the Wasteland Development Management Association discovered him, he had never panicked.
His aged face no longer held its usual calm.
The expression that had once said "everything is under control" vanished.
At that moment, Dong Lin kept running through the possible people who could have broken the Undead Cage.
"Chris?"
"Impossible! It definitely wasn't her. She's still struggling with Spirit Infusion. Even if she succeeds, she won't be able to break the Undead Cage anytime soon!"
"Could it be the orcs?"
"Impossible as well! The orcs in the Desert don't have that kind of strength. The Orc Nation does, but the Undead Cage was blasted open from inside the Desert!"
"Who on earth was it?!"
Figure after figure flashed through Dong Lin's mind, including An Kai's...
Widow Wang, who concealed her strength, and the ten Tier Five, Tenth Level professionals from the Seven Kingdoms whose lifespans were nearing their end and who were desperate to achieve Spirit Infusion...
Every one of them appeared in Dong Lin's mind, only for him to rule them out one by one.
Because Dong Lin knew that none of them had that kind of strength, including... An Kai!
"Who on earth was it?!"
His brows knitted together on his deeply furrowed face. Dong Lin, who believed his plans accounted for everything, had finally... lost his composure!
And this happened right when he was at a critical stage of advancing his strength.
Bad premonitions kept rising in his heart.
For the first time in his long life, Dong Lin felt terror...
"Who on earth was it!"
Dong Lin had no answer. The feeling that things had slipped beyond his control filled him with frustration.
After turning it over