What was that?
A clear ticking sound rang out, making everyone present tense up.
But after carefully sensing their surroundings, they detected no unusual Mental Power activating, nor any sensation of something invading their minds.
With danger at hand, there was no time to dwell on it. The Count in the White Suit didn't pause for even an instant. He pointed vaguely, then abruptly lunged forward. Blood-red veins appeared and disappeared amid his flying hair, spreading in every direction.
Half of them scattered toward Han Su.
The other half seemed to go Out of Control, flying toward the noble ladies, Administrative Hall officials, attendants, and others around them.
As the man closed in, Han Su abruptly raised a hand to block him. A cross-shaped scar surfaced on the back of his left hand.
It was the Cross Bronze Hand, impervious to blades and bullets, even able to catch bullets.
But the moment it touched the mutated veins, they wrapped around his hand. Their tips seemed to bear some bizarre hooks, and in an instant they pierced his skin. A chaotic force surged into his mind.
The sudden turn of events made Han Su's heart tighten. "Mental Power made tangible?"
The man's strange nature became clear as soon as they clashed.
First, he could ignore the defenses of Han Su's left hand and invade his mental model directly.
Second, supernatural beings usually conserved their Mental Power, lest they fail to subdue their opponent and end up at the opponent's mercy. This man was the exact opposite.
The instant they made contact, he unleashed all his Mental Power in a wild torrent, pouring it into Han Su's body without a thought for the fact that he would be left an empty shell.
For an instant, Han Su's mind went hazy. Countless invisible