When Hua heard that it was given by Ning, all her doubts disappeared.
She smiled and stepped back; with this power, she truly didn't need to lift a finger anymore.
"Hmph, if you'd had this power earlier, I wouldn't have needed to protect you," she snorted arrogantly.
Jiang Che grinned, his outstretched palm slowly closing, almost into a fist.
In front of him, over a thousand Survivors were already surrounded by earth; they couldn't move, their eyes filled only with despair.
He only needed to clench his fist a little, and everyone here would die at his hands.
"Jiang Che, do you really dare to kill us?" In the sand and dirt, most people were already buried, the swirling, heavy dust blocking their view of Jiang Che.
"So many humans—don't you feel any guilt at all?" Liu Zijun's body was already buried, only his head still sticking out.
And he was still sinking even further.
"Brother, please, let me go. I'll do anything you say from now on."
