"Sorry for dragging you into this..."
Batica found it difficult to make any sound now and could only read the words silently in her heart.
Her body seemed to be bound by invisible vines. The closer she got to the old man, the stronger the sensation of being restrained by overwhelming pressure became.
"Alice, what are the chances?" Mirai asked inwardly. In truth, he was only seeking a little comfort and confidence.
"Forty-five percent," Alice answered in her gentle, magnetic voice.
"Not even half... sigh..."
Mirai sighed inwardly. He could not watch Batica get captured. The old man was so powerful that they had almost no chance of escaping. Besides, Hans and Charlotte would have difficulty handling this on their own.
It was time for him to go back to sleep again. A bitter smile appeared on Mirai's face. Of course, the old man's attention was already focused on Batica—especially on her fingers. He no longer cared about Mirai.
During that gap, Mirai actually took several steps forward, passing Charlotte, who had collapsed on the ground and was gasping from overexerting her soul power, and approached the strange old man.
Mirai raised his right index finger and pointed it toward the old man.
Batica could clearly see Xiu Yin's movements. She did not know what he was doing, but his actions successfully drew the elder's attention.
"Hehe..."
The old man looked at Mirai, and his face suddenly twisted into a sinister expression. The direction of his soul power began to shift, and the control exerted by his left hand visibly weakened. Batica felt the pressure drop sharply and was finally able to retreat backward.
"Toon... Toon Newman."
A name suddenly came from the old man's mouth.
That name stunned Beizang and Batica.
"Hehe, your expression seems to confirm your