Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"Sis, you go through the fire escape, I'll cover your retreat!"

Su Mingyu stood in front of her, and the water formed a high-speed rotating water shield in front of him.

The tranquilizer darts were swept into the water flow and deflected by the centrifugal force of the water shield. The sound of them hitting the wall was like hail hitting a tin roof.

Su Wanxing gritted her teeth and conjured up a new ice wall.

This time, the freezing speed was significantly slower, and the ice layer was almost half as thin as before, barely enough to stop bullets.

Her voice trembled slightly due to hypothermia, but the firmness in her tone remained undiminished: "We'll go together. I won't leave you alone."

Su Mingyu panicked: "Sis! Your mental strength is almost gone! I can hold on for a little while longer, you go first—"

"I said, if we're going to leave, we'll leave together!"

When Su Wanxing interrupted him, her eyes swirled with an almost obsessive stubbornness.

She knew, of course, that she was in a bad state.

My fingers were almost numb, my temples were throbbing, and I was seeing double at the edges of my vision—all signs of mental exhaustion.

But she knew even better that Su Mingyu wasn't in much better shape either—the water flow from his fingertips was getting thinner and thinner, and the rotation speed of the water shield was also decreasing; it could only last for five more minutes at most.

If she goes alone, Su Mingyu will definitely die here.

Her younger brother is her only family in the world.

After their parents died, the two relied on each other for many years, were bullied by Zhao Hu together, awakened their abilities together, and stormed into the Emperor's Mansion together to take revenge.

She couldn't abandon him.

Su Mingyu looked at his sister's stubborn profile, opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words back.

He knew his sister's temperament; once she made a decision, it was final and no one could dissuade her.

"Then let's die together." Su Mingyu gritted his teeth, squeezing out all his remaining mental energy.

The water shield suddenly expanded, and the rapidly spinning water emitted a whooshing sound, sweeping away the next wave of tranquilizer darts.

"Killing one is enough to break even, killing two is a bonus!"

Just then, the emergency light at the end of the corridor suddenly flickered.

The flicker was so faint, lasting only a fraction of a second, that it would be almost unnoticeable amidst the chaos of gunfire and screams.

But Su Wanxing noticed it—her mental perception became even more acute when she was overdrawn, and she could sense even the slightest energy fluctuation.

She turned her head sharply and saw a person suddenly appear out of nowhere in the shadows at the corner of the corridor.

The young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, was wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled low, covering most of his face.

He seemed to have grown out of the shadows; one second the place was empty, and the next he was standing there, quiet as if he had always been there.

The man raised a finger, making a shushing gesture.

"I am Lin Shen, and I have come to save you."

The sound appeared directly in their minds, not as sound waves transmitted through the air, but as a kind of mental message that directly affected their consciousness.

The voice sounded young, calm and resolute, carrying an undeniable firmness.

Su Wanxing was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously tightened her grip on the ice blade in her hand.

She didn't know this person at all.

The entire building is now surrounded by hundreds of fully armed soldiers. How did this person manage to get through the encirclement?

Why should they risk their lives to save two complete strangers?

Before his death, Zhang Bingkun said that Deputy Director Li had connections everywhere and could mobilize anyone.

What if they were government agents, posing as good people to get close to them, and then turn on them after getting information out of them? Then she and her brother would really be doomed.

As if sensing her doubts, Lin Shen raised his hand, and a milky white light shone from his fingertips.

The light was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible under the emergency lights.

But the instant the light shone, Su Wanxing and Su Mingyu simultaneously felt something deep within their souls being touched—

That was the resonance of seeds, a unique connection between kindred spirits, like two flames on the same frequency echoing each other in the darkness.

Su Wanxing's heart skipped a beat.

She knew this feeling all too well.

This was the feeling she had when the pale blue seed entered her body three days ago—

It's like someone who has been wandering for a long time has finally found their kindred spirit; they feel warm, grounded, and no longer lonely.

They are the same kind! Just like them, chosen by the Seed of Souls!

"Trust me." Lin Shen's voice echoed in their minds again, this time with a hint of urgency:

"You won't be able to hold out for long. The outer encirclement will be closing in soon, and the communication jamming won't last much longer."

Once communications are restored, they will launch an even fiercer offensive. Come with me, I'll take you out.

Su Wanxing glanced at the crumbling ice wall.

The impact just now had created more than a dozen cracks in the ice wall, the widest of which could fit a finger.

The soldiers behind the ice wall are regrouping. Some are shouting "Change to armor-piercing rounds!" and others are shouting "Flamethomers in position!"

She took a deep breath, suppressing the surging doubts and wariness in her heart.

Regardless of where this person comes from, at least he is one of us.

Compared to the officials outside who wanted to capture them alive for experiments, their own kind were always more trustworthy.

"Okay. We'll go with you."

Lin Shen nodded and raised his hand to activate the Illusion Weaving technique.

His movements were very light; he merely traced a half-circle in the air with his fingertips, and a pale white light spread out from his fingertips, silently spreading throughout the entire corridor like ripples on water.

The soldiers who rushed forward suddenly found themselves in complete darkness.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't dark—the emergency lights in the corridor were still on, the ice wall was still in place, and the bloodstains on the ground hadn't dried yet.

But the siblings vanished into thin air, as if they had been cut out of the picture, and in their place came a dense barrage of ice spikes shooting at them from all directions.

Those ice spikes were exactly the same as the ones Su Wanxing had conjured—half a meter long, triangular cone-shaped, with a cold glint at the tip, piercing straight into the face with a whooshing sound.

Even Su Wanxing herself couldn't tell the difference between the real and fake.

"Watch out! Ice picks! Ice picks!"

The soldiers hurriedly raised their shields to defend themselves.

The people in the front row squatted down and planted their shields in the ground, while the people in the back row raised their shields above their heads, forming an impenetrable tortoise shell formation.

In the chaos, they bumped into each other, shields clattered, some people got their feet stepped on, and some had their helmets knocked askew.

No one saw the three people running down the other side of the stairwell.

Su Mingyu led the way, Lin Shen brought up the rear, and Su Wanxing followed closely in the middle.

They stayed close to the wall, their steps light and quick, heading straight for the fire escape on the first floor.

Lin Shen maintained the illusion as he ran.

He could simultaneously inject false sensory signals—visual, auditory, and even tactile—into the brains of dozens of soldiers, making them believe that the ice spikes were still being fired at them.