Xinyuan tightened his grip on Wenzhi's body, his red eyes locking onto the Espers, who were entirely convinced they had the numbers to bring him down.
If these bastards had actually used this kind of power and confidence to wipe out the rifts monsters instead of hoarding it to challenge him, the world would be so much better.
The alliance of the Old blood and the CEA was real, but looking at these engineered Espers, it was clear the Old Blood held the upper hand.
When Xinyuan offered nothing but a silent glare, Wu Youran let out a disappointed sigh. She gave a subtle nod to the male Esper standing beside her.
The man charged instantly.
A dense wave of grey mist, darker than Youran's, bursted from his skin, shaping into jagged blades meant to tear Xinyuan apart.
Xinyuan didn't even flinch. His shadows lashed and solidified into sharp lances mid-air, bypassing the Esper's attack with terrifying ease.
They spiked directly through his chest and he dropped dead into the dirt.
