Feels Inferior to the Archangel's Psychic Power

Zhou Yun hesitated no longer. He flipped open his flax-colored robe and yanked the stopper from the gourd.

"Stand where you are!!!" The Ark Gang's cult leader suddenly raised her voice, powerful psychic force striking directly at Zhou Yun's mind through sound.

Psykers could project their powerful mental strength through their voices, releasing a Voice of Temptation capable of controlling minds and bodies.

This was a common method of using psychic power, and the Ark Gang's cult leader was clearly well versed in it.

That authoritative, highly tempting voice echoed through Zhou Yun's mind. His body was controlled by the Voice of Temptation, leaving him briefly frozen in place.

But before that, he had already pulled the stopper from the Pocket Tornado.

A gray-black tornado howled out of the gourd, expanding in an instant until it filled the entire corridor.

The hurricane was like blades and hammers. The Ark Gang's cult leader immediately lost her footing, her thoughts scattering.

Zhou Yun seized that brief opportunity and regained control of his body.

He raised the Pocket Tornado high and unleashed an even fiercer hurricane through the narrow corridor.

A hurricane powerful enough to overturn a small house raged through a corridor barely wide enough for two or three people to walk abreast.

Everything before Zhou Yun was swallowed by gray-black darkness, including the Ark Gang's cult leader. The gale battered his face painfully, and he could not even open his eyes.

The windows along the corridor shattered under the intense pressure, while the walls shook and chunks of plaster fell away.

Zhou Yun hurriedly took the Psykana Cap from his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket and placed it on his head.

He focused his mind, and his figure vanished from the corridor in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Yun was standing in the small courtyard outside the house.

The Ark Gang members in the courtyard were startled by Zhou Yun's sudden appearance and drew their weapons from beneath their robes.

However, Zhou Yun's gaze swept across them, and the mechanical hand above his head swept along with it.

Bang!!!

The Ark Gang members seemed to have been struck in the chest by invisible giant hands. They fell to the ground in unison and were knocked unconscious.

Zhou Yun looked up toward the second-floor corridor.

The black hurricane he had released from the Pocket Tornado filled the entire corridor.

Under the hurricane's pressure, the entire building shook uncontrollably, and windows shattered one after another.

Finally, the second-floor corridor walls could no longer contain the hurricane. The gale tore them apart by force, sending shattered particleboard, low-quality ceramite, and bricks flying everywhere.

"Huff!!!"

Heavy breathing sounded from within the hurricane on the second floor, thick with pent-up rage.

"Assassin wearing human skin! Are you a lackey of the demons between the stars?!"

A young woman's voice, clear yet blazing with fury, pierced through the hurricane.

The tornado began to sway.

The hurricane, powerful enough to blow down a small house, seemed like a lump of gray-black clay, kneaded and lifted by a pair of invisible hands.

Then it was hurled violently at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun remained calm and revealed the gourd beneath his robe.

The raging hurricane immediately turned into wisps of breeze and was drawn back into the Pocket Tornado.

Zhou Yun looked toward the second-floor corridor.

The exterior wall there had been completely torn apart by the hurricane, revealing a hole as large as a car.

The Ark Gang's cult leader stood within that hole, looking down at Zhou Yun from above.

The hurricane had blown back her hood, revealing her true face.

She looked to be in her twenties, with features somewhere between East Pacific and Europa. Her black eyes carried a faint dark-blue tint, as though symbolizing her psychic power.

Her soft black hair fell to her waist. On her left cheek, lightly obscured by her hair, was a string of tattoos drawn in Low Gothic letters.

From this distance, Zhou Yun could not make out what the characters said, nor could he determine whether this woman was truly a Genestealer.

A Genestealer cult leader was usually the most human-looking member of the entire cult. Only by observing her carefully at extremely close range could Zhou Yun judge based on appearance alone.

But the Ark Gang's cult leader clearly had no intention of giving Zhou Yun time to observe her carefully.

Her pupils suddenly constricted, the dark-blue portions growing larger. The surrounding air abruptly turned cold, and layers of frost condensed across the walls, ground, and air in ways that utterly defied physical laws.

"Stand where you are!" The Ark Gang's cult leader raised her voice again, her authoritative and tempting voice pouring into Zhou Yun's ears.

At the same time, frost covering the ground spread toward Zhou Yun like a thicket of thorns.

Already prepared, Zhou Yun clutched his slightly dizzy head and gritted his teeth, forcibly overcoming the Voice of Temptation.

Zhou Yun focused behind the Ark Gang's cult leader—

His figure vanished from where he stood once more.

The Ark Gang's cult leader froze for a moment. She clearly had not expected Zhou Yun to overcome her Voice of Temptation after only one attempt.

Without powerful willpower, prolonged training, and psychic resistance, no one could easily withstand her well-practiced Voice of Temptation.

Bang!!!

Before the Ark Gang's cult leader could figure out how Zhou Yun had overcome the Voice of Temptation,

she heard a bang behind her, and it felt as though her back had been struck hard by an air hammer.

Unable to keep her balance, she fell from the hole in the second-floor exterior wall toward the ground.

She hurriedly endured the dizziness and summoned psychic power to slow her descent.

After landing steadily, the Ark Gang's cult leader abruptly looked up at Zhou Yun and shouted with all her will, "Get down here!!!"

Yet this time, Zhou Yun merely shook his head, as though he was no longer affected at all.

The Ark Gang's cult leader was stunned.

"What the hell are you?! You can actually overcome my Voice of Temptation?!"

"What is with that psychic resistance???"

She could tell that the person before her had never undergone resilience training against psychic power and did not possess psychic abilities himself.

He was relying purely on his own willpower and psychic resistance to fend off her Voice of Temptation.

What kind of psychic resistance was this?!

Unless an immensely powerful psyker had nothing better to do than constantly project their will into his mind, tempering his mental state with psychic power and foreign will at every moment,

otherwise, there was absolutely no way a non-psyker's psychic resistance could withstand her Voice of Temptation.

Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure within the white light and vaguely guessed where his psychic resistance had come from.

Ever since he had transmigrated, this Warp entity calling itself Sanguinius had often projected its will into his mind.

This worked much the same way as the Voice of Temptation.

Once he had grown even slightly accustomed to it, the Ark Gang cult leader's little bit of psychic projection could not affect him at all.

It was like a drop of water flowing into the vast psychic ocean of the winged figure within the white light. It could not possibly affect Zhou Yun, who was immersed within it.

"Feels inferior to the Archangel's psychic power." Zhou Yun looked at the Ark Gang's cult leader and said with a perfectly serious expression.