Lu Xin realized where the problem lay.
His father's mental trait was "Fear," which was inherently one of the most contaminating forms of mental power.
Yet at this moment, his father had failed to contaminate the other party. Instead, the other party's mental trait had overridden his and affected him instead.
"Clatter, clatter..."
The mental entities in black suits formed a long river, walking forward endlessly from the other end of the street.
Layer upon layer, they formed an immense pressure.
To the shadow locked in a stalemate with them, it was like facing layer upon layer of ever-growing, ever-strengthening power.
The line locked in the middle began retreating rapidly toward Lu Xin, nearly collapsing.
At this moment, Lu Xin looked up and saw those pale, indifferent faces less than a meter away.
Every face had different features, and each was ghastly pale, as though coated in lime.
Countless pale faces appeared row after row, layer after layer, creating a dazzling, even dizzying sensation.
His father's shadow was already under intense compression, and his roars mixed into the chaotic, turbid air.
"So annoying..."
Surrounded by all those faces staring at him, Lu Xin also felt the strange smells and auditory hallucinations that kept surging through his eardrums, his nasal passages, and his vision. They could not affect him too much, but they were still incessant.
He suddenly felt irritated and raised his hand instinctively.
He lifted his right hand as if to shield his eyes, but the air before him instantly turned viscous.
Black particles trembled faintly in Lu Xin's eyes.
Whoosh!
The next moment, the black shadows representing his father around him suddenly expanded.
Every strand of shadow produced violent friction.
Whether it was the air or the chaotic, turbid aura carried by the black-suited mental entities, everything was