If anyone knows the sentries best, it's the guides. They can always pinpoint the sentries' location and easily determine their rank.
Finding Zhao Sheng in the crowd was as easy as drinking water for this 3S-level old woman.
In the spacious conference room, the young emperor sat in the main seat, looking slightly tired, but he still listened attentively to the speeches of those below.
Suddenly, he felt a slight tingling sensation in his brain.
At first, he didn't pay much attention, assuming it was just a physiological reaction from not having rested for several days. But when the stinging pain suddenly intensified, he immediately realized something was wrong, but it was too late!
"Run!"
The young emperor suddenly shouted, and then collapsed to the ground, curled up in a ball, and began to convulse.
Those present were immediately horrified and rushed forward.
"Run!"
"What did you say? What happened?"
"Where's the doctor? Call the doctor quickly!"
"Ouch—it hurts—"
...
In just a few seconds, the riotous spirit, like a virus, infected hundreds of sentries in the conference room.
Furthermore, the infection is spreading outwards.
The infected sentries didn't even have time to issue a warning or press the alarm before their bodies began to spasm and convulse violently, and they lost consciousness.
At the dining table, Li Ze, who had been engrossed in eating, suddenly looked up and said, "Something's happened."
Chen Qian was taken aback. "What?"
Li Ze offered no explanation and strode outside.
At the same time, his divine sense, like a sharp blade, pierced straight towards the upper floors of the building, severing all the messy spiritual threads wherever it went.
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