They had already retreated to that underground chamber.

Nearly half of them were lost;

The survivors were all injured;

Every face carried confusion and a heavy sense of defeat.

A few Spiritual Ability Users who weren't good at self-healing had their skin starting to rot, but fortunately, a few B-level Spiritual Ability Users who specialized in healing were busy stabilizing their wounds.

Angel was on the verge of madness.

Her hair was disheveled, her entire latex suit scorched black, her once fine tall figure now only a shadow of distress, pacing back and forth on an open space.

"Why!"

"That damned barrier wall! What the hell is that thing!"

At this moment, a handsome young man came over.

Angel, like an enraged lioness, turned her head and yelled, "What do you want!"

Li Qiwei, holding two bottles of drinks, shrank back in fright, then raised the bottles slightly.

Angel closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed the opened bottle, taking a swig.

She frowned and asked, "How is the situation?"

"They haven't caught up," Li Qiwei reported immediately, "but the drone swarm has started spreading in this direction. We need to complete the transfer within three hours at the latest."

"Okay, you'll choose the transfer route and the next hiding place. You do your job quite well."

Angel tossed the empty bottle aside.

Li Qiwei hurriedly went to pick up the bottle when he saw this.

"Why, protecting the environment?"

"No," Li Qiwei said solemnly, "Commander, you are an S-level Spiritual Ability User. They say every S-level user has their unique and powerful genetic abilities... There might be your cell remnants on this, collecting them is better."

Angel squinted and smiled, "You are very meticulous, well done."

Li Qiwei smiled modestly, looking a bit shy like a big boy.

He turned and walked back to the corner.

Angel raised an eyebrow, finding herself strangely calmed, crossed her arms, and began to pace, thinking about how to report the devastating situation to the Six Elders.

Her future seemed dim.

In the corner, a pitch-black butterfly fluttered its wings, landing on a nearby rock wall, observing this group of defeated soldiers.

Bang.

The butterfly suddenly exploded into a wisp of black smoke, which silently moved forward, surrounding Angel.

Angel felt dazed, hearing a faint call.

The middle-aged woman turned her head towards the source of the call, vaguely seeing a small figure hiding in the smoke.

"Who..."

"I am something you cannot comprehend, Spiritual Ability User."

A clear voice with a hint of mockery came over:

"You couldn't even get close to that Fortress, which makes me feel a bit of pity for you."

"However, I do not wish to see you here again, disturbing my tranquility."

Just as Angel was about to act, she felt a powerful wave.

She uncontrollably staggered back a few steps and knelt down with a thud, deeply bowing to the figure in front.

"Tsk."

The small figure said indifferently:

"You dared to try and attack your master, have you forgotten your place? Spirit Slave, Angel."

Angel's face turned pale, her lips trembling, she asked, "You, you are..."

"They designated me as No.5." This chapter is part of the collection on MV2LEMP2YR.

Spirit Cultivator No.5 said indifferently:

"I have come personally today to have you convey a message to those three old foxes and their six Advanced Spiritual Slaves that this area is under my protection, the Black Storm is mine.

"If they send people again, I will regard it as a transgression."

"As for you... you will receive a small punishment."

The small figure slightly raised a hand.

"Lord!" Angel felt inexplicable panic, shouting.

However, that pale hand encircled by gray Qi lightly pointed forward, like a dragonfly touching water, causing shallow ripples in the air.

In the next moment, those ripples shattered, and black-gray light condensed into spears that instantly pierced through all the S-level Spiritual Ability Users present.

Except for Angel, everyone else didn't know what happened, suddenly feeling severe chest pain, one after another collapsed, screaming in agony.

Those below S-level...

Do not deserve her 'grace'.

Angel knelt on one knee, gasping, eyes filled with anger, but her body refused to obey her commands.

Spirit Cultivator No.5 seemed to enjoy their expressions, slightly lifted her head, and coldly hummed:

"Coveting my treasures, just with you all?"

Bang!

The figure transformed into the pitch-black butterfly, fluttering its wings twice before disappearing.

Angel lowered her head, spitting a mouthful of blood, her vision blurred, and she turned to faint on the side.

At this moment, Li Qiwei, who had not yet been attacked, looked at the scene before him with incomprehension.

In his view, the S-level bigshots who had been resting, all injured but stable, had collectively suffered a strange blow, seemingly possessed, each wailing in pain.

Li Qiwei instinctively wanted to rush toward his captain;

The female captain, being the most seriously affected by radiation, was in the worst condition at the moment;

But he stopped his steps, looking at Angel who was slowly collapsing on one knee, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and in two steps rushed over.

Although his captain's figure might be slightly better;

But Angel Commander's power and influence were undoubtedly stronger!

Li Qiwei carried Angel in his arms and rushed towards the nearby shuttle, still shouting:

"Quick! Enemy attack! Retreat fast! Commander, hang in there! The shuttle has an emergency medical system! I'm here, I'll definitely take you back!"

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