In an instant, a sharp cold light flashed, tearing through their bodies, and blood gushed out.
At the critical moment, Tang Yun finally drew her sword; if she didn't, she might never have another chance.
Hua An widened his eyes in disbelief, but then a look of realization quickly spread across his face as he murmured, "So that's it. The Crown Prince alone might not be able to tamper with the Alchemy Matrix. It makes more sense to work from within and without. I didn't expect that among the Pseudo Ancestors of the Bai Ze Clan, there would still be someone who retained their consciousness."
He felt an inexplicable sense of tension.
Because the betrayal of the other side was clearly related to the President.
Such a great person as the President would have people willing to inherit her will even after her death.
Who knows how many more idealists like that are out there.
