Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense had been active all along. He hadn't expected to gain such an unexpected harvest.
That eye contact had come far too suddenly.
The middle-aged woman, whose identity was captain of the Middle City Security Team, had never expected Black Storm to suddenly notice her. She immediately shut her eyes, but Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense had already begun probing inside her body.
The woman suddenly slowly crumpled toward the floor.
"Don't touch her! Back away!"
Wang Jixuan gave a sharp shout, and the several soldiers around the woman hurriedly retreated.
A small disturbance broke out in the large conference room.
The woman sprawled on the ground began convulsing nonstop.
Wang Jixuan frowned slightly—before so many people, it was inconvenient for him to reveal too many of his abilities.
During that brief eye contact, the woman had exposed a slight flaw. Wang Jixuan had sensed a familiar trace.
It was similar to the scent of that high-level Mimic Blade Beast, the "Preacher."
What was going on?
A higher-level Mimic Blade Beast?
Why wasn't there the slightest trace of Demonic Energy?
He walked forward slowly, steadily closing in on the woman. With hand gestures, he signaled everyone to retreat while carefully using his spiritual sense to observe everyone's movements, expressions, and demeanor, wary of anyone suddenly attacking.
Only three steps remained between them when the woman suddenly raised her head.
"Her" muscles tightened all over, her limbs gripped the ground, her abdomen swelled, and she lunged violently at Wang Jixuan!
Ling Tong raised her Mechanical Arm to fire, but Wang Jixuan had already moved ahead of her, blocking her line of fire. He flipped sideways through the air, smoothly evaded the woman's pounce, and stomped one foot onto her back!
The woman's body slammed brutally into the ground. Just