This was a second telepath, completely different from that unfathomable ordinary person.
The White Queen immediately composed herself, leaned down, and quietly informed the Black King beside her of this sudden development.
At her words, the Black King fell silent for a moment, a trace of gravity flashing through his deep eyes.
The successive appearances of telepathic mutants made him fully realize how changeable the situation was.
He silently resolved to accelerate his plans and obtain that crucial item as soon as possible.
The Black King turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Riptide beside him.
Riptide understood and gave a slight nod. He slowly walked to the edge of the cruise ship and quietly raised his hands.
Breezes stirred in his palms, and two tiny tornadoes quietly took shape. As he slowly moved his hands, guiding them, the winds rapidly intensified. A howling rose as the small tornadoes swiftly expanded and climbed.
With a light flick of his wrists, Riptide sent the two enormous tornadoes flying from his hands, sweeping straight toward the police launches approaching from the warship with world-destroying force.
The howling winds instantly engulfed every launch, holding them fast within the eyes of the storms.
Then, as Riptide gently lifted his fingertips, the tornadoes carried the launches into the air and abruptly hurled them into the distance.
The instant the winds dispersed, the airborne launches slammed into the sea. Their hulls shattered, and every naval soldier aboard fell into the icy water, struggling in panic.
Beneath the surface, Erik, who had just fallen into the water, witnessed this display of power and drew in a deep breath of icy seawater, the hatred in his eyes growing fiercer.
Enduring the intense pain throughout his body, he abruptly raised his arms and unleashed his power at full