Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The walkie-talkie kept crackling with the mercenaries' screams and cries of alarm—"She's coming!" "Back off!" "Can't hit her!" Then one channel went silent, then another, leaving only the hissing of electricity, like the cold laughter of death on the other end.

The commander's voice rang out one last time, trembling uncontrollably: "Mr. Zhong, we—" Before he could finish, a dull thud came from the channel, followed by complete silence, with no further sound.

Zhong Lin's knuckles turned white as he gripped the walkie-talkie, but he didn't say a word.

He knew that the elite force sent by Blackstone International was gone.

Hundreds of mercenaries, who had seen blood and killed people, and equipped with the most advanced gear for dealing with superhumans, were slaughtered by a woman in less than half an hour.

"How should we deal with her?" Wang Hongyuan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and his voice was filled with undisguised exhaustion.

Song Mingzhang is dead, the reserve team is wiped out, and now a terrifying space-type superhuman has emerged. Not only did they fail to obtain the sample, but they also lost most of their power. It's a classic case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

Zhong Lin did not answer, but stared intently at the figure still walking forward on the screen, his eyes churning with complex emotions, including shock, resentment, and a hint of undisguised fanaticism.

The stronger the superhuman, the greater the research value. If we can capture Xu Suyuan, dissect her brain, and analyze the principles of her abilities, we might be able to find a way to mass-produce space-type superhumans.

At that time, not only will the entire Lieyang Province tremble before the Five Mountains Alliance, but the entire Star Federation will also tremble.

But there's nothing he can do now.

The official forces are almost here; if they don't leave soon, they themselves will get caught up in it.

Zhong Lin slammed his fist on the table, blood seeping from his knuckles and trickling down the table to the cold floor.

"Withdraw." He gritted his teeth and spat out the word.

Wang Hongyuan had no objection, immediately stood up, picked up his coat, and walked out.

Inside the command vehicle, only the low hum of the server was heard. On the screen, Xu Suyuan had already broken through the entire position and was walking towards the bottom of the steel frame.

……

As the last mercenary fell, Xu Suyuan withdrew her hand and turned to walk down the steel frame.

Her boots crunched on the gravel, behind her lay scattered corpses and discarded weapons. The wind blew through the dust, carrying the heavy stench of blood.

The spherical space with a diameter of fifty meters had long since vanished, and the ruins returned to normal sounds—the night wind whistled through the collapsed steel frame, rubble rolled down from above, hitting the ground with a thud, and the sound of armored vehicle engines came from afar, getting closer and closer, rolling across the night sky like muffled thunder.

She walked to the bottom of the steel frame and stood in front of Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen.

Just as Meng Zhaowen was about to launch another sacrifice and summon the ancient tree roots, everyone, including the two of them, was suddenly imprisoned. The sudden static force made him think it was a new tactic of the enemy, and he subconsciously wanted to increase his mental power output. However, he keenly sensed that the force was not malicious, but instead protected their bodies from being hit by stray bullets.

He stopped the sacrifice in time, looking at the bullets and flames frozen in mid-air, and then at the woman who walked out of the void, his shock almost overflowing.

Later, when all the confinement was lifted, the two supported each other and stood under the steel frame, watching the strange woman walk through the ruins.

She walked forward, each step slow, but with each step someone fell.

The bullet pierced her body, the flames couldn't burn the hem of her clothes, and the shield and steel frame seemed to be non-existent in front of her.

She was calm and collected when facing the enemy, her movements as swift as a drawn sword, without any unnecessary actions. With each raised hand, she precisely reaped a life.

Meng Zhaowen's voice was terribly hoarse: "It seems we survived."

He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and then at the woman walking towards them, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He was prepared to sacrifice his entire lifespan and perish together with his enemy, but he never expected to be saved before he died.

Liu Zhen didn't answer, but his shoulders relaxed slightly.

For the first time since he was besieged, his body was no longer tense, and the arc of electricity that was about to be unleashed slowly went out, leaving only a faint blue light occasionally flickering at his fingertips.

He watched the woman fight her way through the entire position, watched the last mercenary fall, watched her turn and walk towards them. Her steps were steady, her back straight, like a gun that had withstood countless storms and still stood firm.

He and Meng Zhaowen exchanged a glance.

This kind of power that defies the laws of physics is something only people like the two of them, who have crawled out of hell, possess.

The hatred hidden deep in their eyes, the indifference to life, the determination to take revenge at all costs—it was exactly the same as theirs.

Liu Zhen said in a low voice, "Same as us."

Meng Zhaowen nodded without speaking, but then coughed violently, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and soaking his shirt.

He had overdrawn ten years of his lifespan and exhausted all his mental energy; he had already reached his limit to hold on until now.

Xu Suyuan stopped in front of the two of them and looked down at them.

Her gaze swept over the deep, bone-revealing wound on Liu Zhen's left arm, over Meng Zhaowen's full head of white hair and aged face, and finally landed on the unextinguished flame in their eyes. She nodded slightly.

"I'm here to save you. You also have the Seed of Soul within you, don't you?" Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable power.

Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen exchanged a glance.

really.

Seeing the composure and ruthlessness she displayed when killing, the two guessed that this kind of quality, which comes from the very core of one's being, cannot be developed through training. It is something that comes from being driven to the brink of despair and then crawling out of hell.

The seed within her is the same as theirs.

"I have one too." She raised her right hand, and a faint blue light shone in her palm. It was the light of the seed of soul resonating within her body, creating a subtle connection with the seeds deep in the consciousness of Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen.

Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen simultaneously felt the seed deep within their consciousness stir, as if it had encountered a kindred spirit, sending a warm and intimate feeling through them.

Their tense bodies relaxed slightly.

Xu Suyuan squatted down, grabbed Liu Zhen's collar with one hand and Meng Zhaowen's arm with the other.

Her hands were steady and she was very strong, easily pulling the two of them up.

"Let's go first. The officials will be here soon." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the two wary faces, her tone calm: "Relax, don't resist. My ability will take you through."