Lox Takes Action

The mutants who had been slaughtering one another along the beach now had no mind to keep fighting.

They all instinctively sensed the threat of death. Most mutants were Psykers, and their sixth sense far surpassed that of ordinary humans.

Azazel the Red Devil, along with Riptide and Shaw's other subordinates, planned to use teleportation to leave this soon-to-be-bombarded area.

They watched Charles and the others coldly, waiting to see how these mutant traitors would die miserably at human hands.

They would tell more mutant brethren about these fools' fate, showing them the consequences of believing humanity's promises.

Yet just as the Red Devil was about to activate his power, he suddenly sensed something strange in the surrounding environment.

In his eyes, the sea of psychic energy that had once been within reach suddenly seemed to pull away, as if an invisible curtain had appeared and rendered his spatial-jump ability unusable.

If Azazel relied solely on his own psychic power, he could never jump such a vast distance, much less take others with him.

In essence, most Psykers did not truly possess power of their own. They could only draw upon, pry loose, and borrow psychic energy from the Sea of Souls to wield their abilities.

Azazel's expression changed instantly, though little could be seen on his crimson face.

"Something's wrong. We can't leave!"

"What are you doing? You're failing us at the critical moment?"

Riptide immediately began cursing beside him. He had spent plenty of time with the Red Devil and naturally knew that this man's ability was not without flaws.

According to the Red Devil himself, he had existed for thousands of years, and the "Red Devil" recorded in the Bible had supposedly originated from him.

Riptide only half believed it, because compared to the demons of myth