Of course, as a behind-the-scenes worker, the great dramatist probably considered appearing on camera an insult. He let out a furious roar and reached out to "also" flip the table. In an instant, exquisite tea things, tea, tea leaves, and even the burning charcoal came flying at them all at once. They were only small objects, but with the boost of psionic power, they could count as deadly hidden weapons. Of course, that was only true against ordinary people.
So before any of it could get close, Yu Lian knocked everything aside with his force-field shield.
Taking advantage of the opening, Kainiu rolled back several steps and gestured with his hands, far more agile than a human's. At his silent command, the suitcase in the corner of his room opened on its own, and seventeen or eighteen spring-loaded puppets the size of arms jumped out.
They were clearly just children's toys, albeit rather finely made, yet at that moment they gave off an inexplicably terrifying aura. They could have been used as props in a horror movie without even being distressed to look old. Waving their tiny weapons and bouncing their comical bodies, they hopped toward the friends who had rushed into the room.
Yu Lian merely spread his light spear into a corona-like field, forming an energy barrier that nothing could pierce or splash through. In half a second, blades of light like the dawn clashed with the puppets dozens of times, knocking them back one after another.
Though Yu Lian looked relaxed, he knew perfectly well that each puppet rushing at them bore a psionic field with a different attribute. Against ordinary people, or even a team of psionics averaging around the third ring, they would have wrought a one-sided massacre.
It would have been a real horror