She dared not delay.
This was no longer a simple intelligence-gathering mission. This news could change the fate of the entire Sea Tribe after twenty thousand years.
To ensure the intelligence was absolutely accurate, Linglong put on her coat, opened the door, and left.
Ten minutes later.
In the underground parking garage of an upscale club in Yicheng, a potbellied real estate tycoon was about to open his car door when his eyes suddenly rolled back and he collapsed limply to the ground.
Linglong stood before him, one hand pressed against the crown of his head.
Soul-Searching Art.
A moment later, Linglong withdrew her hand, leaving the tycoon sprawled on the ground, his mind reduced to idiocy.
This man had taken part in land transfers on the outskirts of the resort. His memories of Chen Family Village's dramatic transformation over the past six months and more confirmed every clue online.
The evidence was irrefutable.
Linglong removed the conch from around her neck. Without hesitation, she forced out a drop of life-bound essence blood and dabbed it onto its surface, activating the Ten-Thousand-Mile Cross-Realm Transmission, which consumed an enormous amount of lifespan.
The Mariana Trench, Pacific Ocean.
Eleven thousand meters below the surface, a dim, water-blue barrier held back the crushing pressure of the deep sea.
Inside the Bronze Divine Hall, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.
On the throne, Kunpeng rested with his eyes closed. Below him, the Eight Great Commanders and dozens of high-rank shapeshifting sea beasts kept silent in fear. News that Shark Crazy had been killed in an instant had cast a heavy shadow over the Sea Tribe's entire leadership.
Suddenly, the Communication Conch at Azure Flood Dragon's waist erupted with a dazzling red light.
Every gaze in the hall immediately turned toward it.
Azure Flood