Boom!
A psychic crashed to the ground, captured in the lens's close-up.
His body sank directly into the hard snow, a bloody mess, half-dead.
Between the psychic's palms, a hard and thick green vine was slowly withering, covered with menacing thorns.
Hegelson gasped in shock.
He recognized this psychic, who could control plants.
The poison vine he unleashed could instantly strangle its prey and had once retreated unscathed under the assault of a special forces team.
Yet, under the attacks of those two damned Huaxia psychics, he couldn't even release his awakened special ability and died prematurely.
The General and Modi were completely stunned.
These hundred-plus powerful psychics could each take on a hundred ordinary soldiers.
But when faced with these two Huaxia cultivators, the psychics had almost no power to fight back.
The most terrifying was that blood-red blade light, extending over ten yards.
