The good news is that I am still alive, the bad news is, I am just still alive.
The survivor of the Permanent Investigation Team wasn't indiscriminately killed, nor suffered any humiliation or other torments; everyone was instantly frozen and taken away.
I don't know where they were taken to.
Lou Feng's expression was gloomy, and he stopped talking.
He gritted his teeth and turned away.
He became fully engrossed in dismantling the workshop, forcing himself to shift his focus. But just by hearing the loud noises of destruction, one could tell how bad his state was.
Ji Jue sighed.
At this time, one shouldn't pity these trivial matters, hoping he could hold on.
"Found it!"
While searching, Ji Xue, with her terrifying speed and efficiency, finally found the most crucial object—a palm-sized plate engraved with numerous characters, its needle continuously spinning.
It was like a compass.
