"Let him kill her."
Yin Kuang frowned slightly at Blood Thorn's words. He walked to her side and looked at Ada Wong in the pit. Ada Wong calmly dusted the dirt off herself, then leaped out of the pit and faced Yin Kuang and Blood Thorn across it. She looked at Yin Kuang before saying to Blood Thorn, "If you kill me, you'll get nothing. Besides, do you really think you've already won?" In Ada Wong's eyes, Blood Thorn was clearly the one in charge. As for Yin Kuang, she naturally did not recognize him.
"Kill you, we must," Blood Thorn said. "Only by killing you can we obtain what we want. As for whatever trump cards you still have, bring them out now. Don't waste each other's time anymore." Ada Wong shook her head slightly. "I understand. In other words, there is no possibility of peaceful negotiation between us. In that case, I won't waste any more time either." Yet the moment she finished speaking, she felt a wave of dizziness sweep through her mind, and everything before her eyes seemed to twist and distort.
A psychic attack!?
Ada Wong's expression changed. This was the first time since the attack began that her face had changed color. She suddenly turned to Yin Kuang and asked in surprise, with a trace of darkness in her voice, "You're a psychic?"
The abilities of biohumans came in all varieties. Among them, psychics were especially rare. According to official records, there were only sixteen in existence! Out of more than 150 million biohumans, there were only sixteen psychics—enough to show just how scarce they were. More importantly, these exceedingly rare psychics were not powerful. On the contrary, they were quite weak. Of the sixteen, the strongest by current ranking standards was Ada Wong