"Pfft!"
As he spoke, Han Su crushed White Suit's head.
He had asked his question quite seriously, but he had no interest in hearing White Suit's answer. The question was merely a way of stating his own attitude.
"You..."
"What the hell are you?"
White Suit's head was crushed, and he staggered backward before collapsing helplessly to the floor.
But immediately afterward, his terrified complaints rang out. He had planted Abyssal Strains in fourteen people at the party, which meant he had more than a dozen bodies.
And given the nature of the Abyssal Strain, all those bodies were his real body. They all felt the terror of having their heads crushed and let out anguished, terrified wails.
The strongest emotion among them was incomprehension.
How could anyone seal off an entire city, block even their noble blessing and World Contract priority, and then, in the middle of a fight, instantly raise their own level of mental power and effectively counter his abilities?
It made no sense. None at all.
As a noble, he had visited Tier 1 and Tier 2 Cities before. He had also seen the cream of the crop chosen from those cities.
At the time, he had felt only one thing: he had the power to counter any one of them. It was as though he had been born above them all. No matter how famous people from lower-tier cities were, they could only be suppressed when they encountered him.
But this Wine Party had changed everything. It was as if the tables had turned, and he was the one being countered.
"Miss Anastasia..."
In the midst of his panic, all of his bodies suddenly shouted for help at once.
At the same time, they scattered in every direction, a dozen figures racing toward the party's