Tian Yin had still held back. Otherwise, she would have used a Cold Flame Bullet or Purification Art.
These Light Arts would not harm ordinary people at all.
Against a wandering soul, Glow Art had the weakest effect—making it easier for the other party to receive more complete memories.
After taking that hit, Hua Xiezhi could not help letting out a soft groan before answering haltingly, "No, I'll talk... I took the medicine First One gave me. Five pills!"
Five... The corner of Qu Jianlei's mouth twitched. You really weren't afraid of being poisoned to death.
Claire could not help speaking up. "Didn't First One say no more than two pills?"
"If I could take two, I could take three," Hua Xiezhi continued haltingly. "Claire, would we be afraid of poison?"
Claire gave a low chuckle and said nothing. People from the Wasteland only cared about staying alive. Who would care about overdosing on medicine? Hua Xiezhi was still explaining, "I swallowed three, and I had two more in my mouth. Just now... I swallowed those too."
Logically, her answer held together, but Qinghu suddenly spoke up.
"It's too reasonable. That's precisely what makes it unreasonable. How could you withstand a Supreme's mental attack?"
It really was a loophole. Leaving aside a Supreme's soul strength, how could an ordinary A-rank withstand a mental attack alone?
Hua Xiezhi answered, "You can look at my hairband!"
At some point, she had taken to wearing her hair in a bun, and everyone had grown used to it.
A bun needed a hairband. Qinghu reached over and removed it. With a casual pinch, fine powder came fluttering down.
"In the hairband's inner layer, this is... powder that resists Mental Strength?"
Claire spoke up. "First One once said that the first mental-defense item he encountered