Mu Bingge secretly changed factions. Su Wuwei raised his blade and brought it down. Finding their pace too slow, Wan Lan spun the tier-surpassing fountain pen she had taken from her exclusive territory, abruptly piercing the hearts of several Calamities.
After trying and failing to break free of this restraint, everyone present finally understood that unless they paid a price, they really would come to grief here.
A fair hand rose. A long-haired woman with her head lowered silently took out some materials and pushed them in front of her. Her hair obscured her face, leaving only her trembling lips visible.
"I'll... pay."
The corners of Ye Buyu's lips lifted slightly. "The right choice."
The man from Black Plague covered the scabbed corner of his mouth, looking thoughtful.
Even Weier from [Rift] couldn't break free of the restraint and chose to compromise? Just what was this power that suppressed them while constantly draining their Calamity Power?
This wasn't an Identity Card's ability. If he wasn't mistaken, the power that had made Qian Tu disappear just now was the true ability of the Identity Card in this white-haired, red-eyed woman's hand.
Powerful abilities had to come with restrictions. It couldn't be a permanent skill. Qian Tu had probably been banished to another space, and there was a time limit.
This ability couldn't be used without limits, either. At least for now, she couldn't use it against them. But aside from the Identity Card's ability, this bizarre ability that made everyone kneel was even more cause for wariness.
She was merely Seventh Tier, yet she possessed an ability he couldn't decipher. Strangest of all, his instincts told him this was a price paid for medical treatment.
What a joke! Receiving treatment on their knees?
What kind of unethical doctor was this?
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