Just Try It

Lin Pengpeng's eyes widened, and she smacked her forehead. "Ah! Why didn't I think of that?"

Mental Pressure could break most skill effects. The only thing they needed to watch out for was keeping a safe distance between teammates, or different Mental Pressures would interfere with one another.

"You're all used to team-coordination mode, so it's normal you didn't think of using Mental Pressure," Ling Feiran said with a smile. "The toxin here has a rotten stench of death. The other party's Card might belong to the necromancer category or something similar, so it may have some resistance to Mental Pressure released by the same type of Card. Discuss the candidates with Captain Zhou."

Lin Pengpeng turned and went to find Zhou Diao.

As soon as Zhou Diao heard Ling Feiran's idea, his spirits immediately lifted. After absorbing his new Card, he had gained Mental Pressure and had been looking for a chance to try it out.

Zhou Diao volunteered himself in front of Ling Feiran. "My Mental Pressure covers an area of about twenty meters. The others probably won't have a wider range than that. If we want to cover the entire underground Parking Lot, we'll need to find another seven or eight people at least..."

His voice cut off, because Ling Feiran had raised a finger and lightly placed it against her lips in a gesture for silence.

Zhou Diao was baffled and turned to look at Lin Pengpeng beside him.

Lin Pengpeng had no idea either. She spread her hands and shrugged.

Ling Feiran's other hand rested on a blackened branch of the Nest Body. The toxin was being absorbed rapidly, and the Scorpion Tail exposed beneath her long robe grew even more vivid in color along with it.

She could sense where the toxin had accumulated