The atmosphere in Northwatch Tower instantly turned sinister and terrifying, as though it had become a scene from a funeral portrait.
Strange.
Cold.
Lifeless.
Not a trace of vitality could be found.
Ferocity and viciousness filled the old man's cloudy eyes as his withered finger lightly tapped the tabletop.
"Tap."
A soft sound.
The ground beneath Jiang Qiao suddenly trembled. An invisible force rose from beneath his feet, as if something were trying to reverse the rhythm of the supernatural power within him.
This force was cold and viscous, like an invisible venomous snake.
It wanted to burrow into his body.
To affect his supernatural power.
Reverse it!
This was the old man's Supernatural Means.
He could sense the flow of another person's supernatural power, then forcibly twist its direction the moment they came into contact, causing their own abilities to backlash against them.
And the force of that backlash would be doubled!
That was why the three people from the North-South Chamber of Commerce had not only inexplicably "committed suicide," but had also suffered supernatural forces far exceeding their own when they did.
Vicious.
Experienced.
Impossible to guard against.
Who knew how many people this old thing had quietly killed?
An ordinary supernatural expert would have suffered greatly from that move. With their own supernatural power forcibly reversed and turned against them at twice the force, they would be seriously injured at best and die on the spot at worst.
Unfortunately.
The old man had encountered Jiang Qiao.
Jiang Qiao did not even stand up. He remained seated leisurely on the bench.
"Is this what you were relying on?"
"Not bad, indeed."
He smiled.
The old man's expression changed slightly.
He found that it was as though he had crashed into a thick wall. He could not affect Jiang