Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"Use vehicle-mounted grenades—"

The grenade has not yet left the barrel.

The machine guns haven't been fired yet.

The twelve team members, who were waiting for Yue Sheng's order to fire half a second ago, were now engulfed in flames along with the two armored vehicles.

He remembered the names of the grenade launcher, the machine gunner, the driver, the co-driver, and everyone in the vehicle, as well as their hometowns and years of service.

Yue Sheng wanted to change his tune.

An electrified tree root pierced through the bottom of the passenger seat from under the chassis.

The sound of the steel plate being torn apart was sharp and piercing. The tips of the roots emerged from under the seat, wrapped in Xu Suyuan's void power, and the cut was as smooth as if it had been laser-cut.

An electric current surged through his body along the metal frame of the seat.

The numbness shot from his tailbone straight to the back of his neck, and the moment it pierced his spinal nerves, everything went black.

He let go of the microphone, tilted his head to one side, and the walkie-talkie slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor of the car. The buzzing sound of electricity could still be heard from the microphone.

The other four team members inside the vehicle fainted simultaneously from the same wave of electric current.

Before they could even utter a sound, their bodies went limp and they slumped into their seats.

The engine of the third car was still idling, with white smoke sputtering from the exhaust pipe.

The headlights shone on the burning wreckage ahead, the light piercing through the thick smoke and casting distorted shadows on the gravel road. All five people inside the car were unconscious.

There were also four patrol cars from the regular security team outside the quarry, which were originally blocking the south exit.

The black and white car was parked on the shoulder of the road, the red and blue lights on the roof rotating silently, casting alternating spots of light on the asphalt road.

As the fireballs that exploded inside the quarry were reflected on the windshields, the drivers of all four vehicles simultaneously applied their brakes.

The captain sat in the first car, his hands on the steering wheel.

He watched as the first armored vehicle exploded from the inside, its turret flying up the rock face.

He watched as the second car broke in two, its door rolling into the drainage ditch.

He saw the windshield of the third car shatter, and then he stopped moving.

That wasn't a gunfight.

That wasn't a firefight.

Within three seconds, two armored vehicles were simultaneously blown into the air by several objects that emerged from the ground.

He only had two handguns in his car.

The captain pressed the walkie-talkie, his fingers trembling.

After a long pause, he reported, "Reporting to command center, this is the outer perimeter blockade group. The target has capable personnel providing backup, and all armored vehicles are destroyed. The Sharp Blade Brigade has twelve members... We are unable to intercept them. Requesting instructions."

Xu Suyuan stood up from the rock wall.

Her chest was still heaving violently; that attack had exhausted most of her mental energy, and the stray hairs on her forehead were stuck to her cheeks with sweat.

Her gaze swept over the patrol cars that were stopped on the outskirts. The four black and white cars had not crossed the blockade line from beginning to end, and their engines were still running, ready to reverse and leave at any time.

She said to Meng Zhaowen and Liu Zhen, "They dare not pursue us anymore. Retreat."

The three jumped off the rock face.

Meng Zhaowen bent her knees slightly when she landed to steady herself.

Liu Zhen did not retract the arc of electricity from his fingertips, letting a point of azure light dance in his palm, particularly dazzling in the dark night.

Meng Zhaowen turned around and raised his right hand towards the rock wall.

Several thin vines stretched out from the cracks in the rocks, intertwining and weaving together to form a thorny wall behind the three of them, blocking their way.

The thorns on the vines gleamed with a cold, dark green light under the moonlight.

Xu Suyuan opened the car door.

Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen squeezed into the back seat and closed the car door.

Lin Shen started the engine, and the van rolled over the gravel road, bypassing the burning wreckage.

The firelight shone on the car body and flashed across the faces of the people in the back seat.

Turn right onto the provincial highway leading to Guangyang City behind the quarry.

The road surface changed from gravel to smooth asphalt, the wheels gripped the ground, and the vehicle no longer bounced.

Xu Suyuan sat in the passenger seat and glanced back at the patrol car that was parked there motionless on the outside.

The four black and white cars were still parked in the same spot, the exhaust fumes from their idling engines drifting behind them, and the red and blue lights still spinning silently.

The last trace of blue electricity on Liu Zhen's fingertip flashed briefly on the car window before slowly fading away, plunging the carriage back into darkness, with only the cold light from the instrument panel illuminating everyone's faces.

Outside the quarry, four patrol cars did not cross the cordon at all.

Only when the van's taillights completely disappeared at the end of the provincial highway, vanishing into the darkness and shadows of the trees, did the captain of the first vehicle release the brake and put it into reverse.

He slumped in the driver's seat, his uniform soaked with cold sweat.

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Wen Yan sat at his desk, the light from the desk lamp illuminating only a small area of ​​the surface.

The light fell on the blank page of the notebook, the pen resting on the edge of the page, the cap still on.

His eyes were half-closed, his entire attention focused on the vibrational frequency of those few seeds deep within his consciousness.

Shen Qinghou's seed was still burning, though it had calmed down a bit from its most intense moment, but the fire hadn't subsided.

Tonight, the seed experienced two eruptions—the first eruption occurred the moment he smashed the piano, the vibrations were so sharp that Wen Yan almost thought the seed was about to shatter.

The vibration wasn't the normal frequency of energy release; it was a shockwave that blasted out all the power in the seed at once, like slamming a heart into the ground.

The second burst occurred when the broken string was struck; the vibration was short and concentrated, lasting less than a second, before suddenly dissipating.

He knew that Shen Qinghou had killed his enemy.

The aftershocks continued to subside, and the halo of the dark purple seed flickered, like a string that had been compressed to its limit finally loosening and was still humming and trembling in the air.

The seeds in the deep forest remain stable.

The silvery-white halo spun quietly deep within his consciousness, only fluctuating briefly a few times in the final stage—that was when he was activating the illusion.

Wen Yan could even deduce from this restraint what Lin Shen was doing: precise point-to-point interference.

The seeds of Xu Suyuan, Liu Zhen, and Meng Zhaowen entered the perception range in turn.

The moment the three seeds arrived at the quarry, Wen Yan tapped his knee twice with his fingers.

The timing was perfect, just in time to catch the pursuers before they launched their fatal attack.

He didn't know how they judged when Shen Qinghou needed to provide support—but he knew that a tacit understanding was forming between his seeds that transcended his direct control.

After sensing the intense fluctuations in Shen Qinghou's seed, Xu Suyuan did not request guidance but directly mobilized Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen.

The time difference between the three seeds setting off and arriving at the quarry is only a few minutes.

What happened next was extremely jarring, but he didn't feel panic.

The seeds of Xu Suyuan and the other two ignited simultaneously, and the fluctuations were not scattered points fighting independently, but rather a resonant band superimposed together.

The power of the void erupted first, its frequency like a tightly compressed spring suddenly releasing;

Immediately following was the fluctuation of the earth spirit awakening, with dark green vibrations seeping downwards along the channel torn open by the power of the void;

The frequencies of electrical energy interlock between the two, and the azure blue vibration acts as a buffer medium, locking the first two frequencies together.

The three people's abilities were released so tightly that they overlapped in the depths of Wen Yan's consciousness, forming a continuous, low, humming sound, like a guqin with three strings being plucked at the same time. The frequencies of the strings overlapped, and the overtones produced were more than an octave higher than those of a single string.

Then the commotion on the pursuing side disappeared.