Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

His order was given quickly, and in the darkness surrounding the ruins, countless beams of tactical flashlights immediately lit up.

The Black Stone mercenaries fifty meters away quickly regrouped.

"Everyone back out of the 50-meter range! Snipers, fire freely, flamethrowers, suppressive fire!" The on-site commander's roar came through the walkie-talkie to every mercenary.

The remaining mercenaries quickly retreated, scattering into a loose formation.

The sniper climbed to a higher spot on the ruins, aimed his gun at Xu Suyuan's figure, and put his finger on the trigger.

The flamethrower sprayed flames from a greater distance, and the orange-red fire dragon licked across the night sky like a burning wall, pressing towards Xu Suyuan.

These Blackrock mercenaries were the elite of the elite, having seen blood and killed people. With their fear temporarily suppressed, they fought back even more frantically.

Xu Suyuan stood atop the steel frame, looking at the mercenaries who had retreated a hundred meters away, a cold smile curving her lips.

She stepped out from the top of the steel frame, her body becoming translucent in mid-air.

The whistling bullet pierced her body, hitting the ruins behind her and sending up rubble.

The orange-red flames licked her body, but it was as if they passed through a phantom, not even burning the hem of her clothes.

She was like a shadow without substance, passing through the barrage of bullets, through the wall of flamethrowers, through the heavy shields, through the twisted steel frames, and through the collapsing concrete walls.

All obstacles seemed to vanish before her; the spherical confinement space, fifty meters in diameter, moved with her, like an invisible giant eye sweeping across the entire ruins.

Xu Suyuan advanced, and the mercenaries retreated.

The retreating mercenaries were horrified to discover that no matter how fast they ran, the deathly silence always followed them.

Someone was running too slowly and was caught by the edge of the spherical space. His body froze instantly, frozen in place while still running. The next second, a coin would pierce his heart with pinpoint accuracy.

"She's coming!"

"Back off! Keep backing off!"

"Sniper, fire! But you can't hit her! The bullet went right through her!"

Panic spread like a plague among the mercenaries.

They had fought for over a decade and had never encountered such a bizarre opponent—bullets couldn't hit them, flames couldn't burn them, and anyone who got close would be immobilized and then inexplicably fall to the ground and die.

This is no longer human; it's a demon that crawled out of hell.

The commander stood on a distant high ground, holding a walkie-talkie and speaking in a low voice: "Maintain distance, don't panic. Her abilities can't be used indefinitely, wear her down!"

Xu Suyuan stopped and glanced at the mercenaries who had retreated two hundred meters away, then at the dozen or so people frozen within fifty meters of her—they had already died under the coins, their stiff corpses held in their final poses by the confinement space.

While the group confinement is a powerful deterrent, its range is fixed. The enemy has already figured out the distance and retreated far enough that flamethrowers and snipers can reach her. Advancing further would only be a waste of mental energy.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The spherical space, fifty meters in diameter, suddenly contracted, and the dozen or so stiff corpses lost their support, falling onto the rubble with a dull thud.

Xu Suyuan opened her eyes, took out three coins from her waist with her right hand, and tucked them between her fingers.

She raised her right hand, fingers spread, aiming at a sniper 200 meters away who was adjusting the sights of his sniper rifle.

The limit of group confinement is fifty meters, but individual confinement can concentrate her mental power into a single point, releasing it over a distance far exceeding that of group confinement.

The sniper froze, remaining rooted to the spot in his aiming posture, his face still showing a focused expression.

A coin flew from Xu Suyuan's palm, traveled two hundred meters through the air, and precisely pierced his heart.

The sniper fell straight down, his rifle hitting the gravel with a dull thud.

The mercenaries were instantly in an uproar.

Two hundred meters!

It can actually hit a target 200 meters away!

The commander stared at the fallen sniper, gritted his teeth, and pressed the radio: "Attention all, maintain the current distance, take turns providing cover while retreating. Sniper, find a new firing position, flamethrower suppression continues, don't give her a chance to breathe."

The command was transmitted to the ears of every mercenary via radio waves.

The formation began to retreat in an orderly manner, with the front-line shield bearers steadily retreating, the rear-line snipers providing alternating cover, and the flamethrowers maintaining the wall of fire at all times.

No one panicked and fled anymore, but no one dared to take another step forward.

……

Xu Suyuan did not stop.

She walked forward, her boots making a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the gravel. Each step was slow, but each step brought her closer to death.

Those mercenaries who retreated two hundred meters away discovered that distance was meaningless—her single-target confinement could concentrate mental energy into a single point, covering more than three hundred meters, enough to cross the gap they had desperately created.

The wind, carrying wisps of gunpowder smoke, blew through her hair, and the faint scar on her forehead glowed a pale red in the firelight, like a medal that would never heal.

Her eyes were as cold as a frozen pool, without the slightest ripple, as if these heavily armed elites before her were nothing more than roadside weeds waiting to be cut.

She raised her right hand, fingers spread, aiming at a mercenary in the distance who was retreating while clutching a shield.

The man froze, remaining rooted to the spot in his bent-over running posture, a look of terror still lingering on his face, his lips slightly parted as if he were about to shout something.

A coin flew from her palm, traveled more than two hundred meters through the void, passed through the gap at the edge of the shield, and entered her chest cavity without any hindrance. The next second, she deactivated the ethereal state.

The coin, like a cold bullet, lodged in the center of my heart, severing all life.

The shield bearer fell silently to the ground, his heavy shield slamming into the rubble with a dull thud, raising a cloud of dust.

She continued walking forward, continuing to raise her hand.

Every time he raised his hand, someone fell down.

Her movements were slow but incredibly precise.

The coins between my fingers seem inexhaustible, gleaming with a cold metallic luster; each time they fly out, they take away a vibrant life.

The Blackrock mercenaries' professionalism was crumbling—the formation remained intact, with alternating cover and orderly retreat, but the hands gripping their guns trembled. Some emptied their magazines, knowing they wouldn't hit anything, as if pulling the trigger gave them a sense of security.

The bullet whistled through her translucent body, striking the ruins behind her. The flying pebbles hit the mercenaries, eliciting low cries of pain.

"She's a ghost! She's a ghost!" Someone finally broke down, screaming as they threw down their gun and ran into the darkness.

He ran incredibly fast, his boots clattering on the gravel, but after running less than ten meters, his body suddenly froze, frozen in place. The next second, a coin pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy.

He fell straight forward, his face slamming hard against a sharp piece of concrete, a large gash splitting open on his forehead, blood slowly flowing out and staining the scorched earth beneath him.