When Lin Rui dragged Zhu Lingshi by the hair into the underground hall paved with purple luminescent crystals, he felt another piercing pain in his head, as if it was being crushed by a huge rock.
It was an extremely powerful Sword Intent that struck from afar, even more formidable than Ji Xueying's, not only suppressing his consciousness but also piercing his soul with countless wounds.
He tilted his head slightly, a somewhat neurotic smile appearing on his lips, bravely withstanding the oppression of the Sword Intent as he looked at Zhu Tianmao in the center of the Array.
This Zhu was also standing with his hands behind his back, looking down at him from a height.
"So you are that Lin Twelve!"
Zhu Tianmao's gaze was predatory, mixed with disbelief and delight, "Interesting, a mere local arrest officer, and yet you possess the Blood of Guang Ming!"
He felt a change occurring again inside the crystal coffin beside him.
