Chapter 96: Chapter 96
Loren's figure had just landed in the garden when he was greeted by the furious attacks of over a hundred superhumans.
"What a rude bunch," Loren sighed softly.
The black wings behind him gave another gentle flap.
Loren's figure vanished once more, reappearing in another location, calmly evading those hundred-plus attacks.
A thought stirred his mental energy.
A portion of the superhumans who had attacked Loren fell into a dazed state, standing frozen on the spot, completely motionless.
Two seconds later, these superhumans silently collapsed to the ground, their life force completely extinguished.
"Damn it! Everyone! Concentrate fire on this freakish superhuman!!!"
Someone had already guessed that the newly appeared Loren was responsible and loudly warned their family's superhumans.
Loren's figure flashed again, disappearing from the spot.
And at the same moment Loren vanished, another group of superhumans fell into that dazed state.
Two seconds later, this group of superhumans similarly collapsed to the ground, dying just as bizarrely.
Dozens of superhumans had lost their life force in such a short time.
This terrifying sight plunged the scene into a momentary silence.
Within the garden, all the superhumans stared in disbelief at that winged figure.
A smile still lingered on his face.
He had activated such a bizarre ability twice in succession, yet his aura showed no change whatsoever, as if such attacks were insignificant to him, not even worth the expenditure.
"What kind of ability is this?! How could someone appear here?!"
These superhumans belonging to the old aristocratic class all voiced this question in their hearts.
Their attacks couldn't hit the extremely fast-moving Loren, who always managed to dodge them perfectly.
Meanwhile, their own superhumans were continuously dying, without them even knowing what kind of attack they had suffered.
Just as these superhumans were gripped by fear and shock.
"Crossroads of Fate" was activated by Loren once more.
Two seconds later, the sound of dozens of bodies hitting the ground echoed again.
Another group of superhumans silently lost their life force.
This bizarre attack shattered the morale of most superhumans present.
"Retreat!! Split up and flee!!" A higher-ranking superhuman issued the command to escape.
Instantly, these superhumans fled in all directions, rushing into the thick darkness of night.
"Only thinking of running now? Isn't that a bit too late..." Loren murmured, tilting his head.
The remaining superhumans hadn't gotten far when their figures suddenly, bizarrely, all froze in place, as if someone had pressed a pause button.
All the superhumans who had attempted to flee completely lost their life force, collapsing to the ground.
Loren calmly turned, looking at those equally terrified "allies" of his, and spoke with a smile:
"Remember to give my commission a good review."
After speaking, that black-gold revolver appeared in Loren's hand once more.
He fired dozens of shots into the night sky.
The bullets flying into the night sky curved in mid-air, blasting toward the corpses killed by "Crossroads of Fate."
These very peaceful corpses were all ignited by the flames from the exploding bullets.
Now, this revolver could only help Loren with tasks like destroying evidence and disposing of bodies.
Fortunately, a large portion of the superhumans' corpses weren't far apart; just a few bullets could ignite their bodies.
The real trouble was those superhumans who tried to flee at the last moment.
Their corpses were scattered everywhere, each requiring the flames from one exploding bullet to be thoroughly eliminated.
Loren stood in place, admiring the beautiful scene.
The flames rising everywhere illuminated Loren's enraptured face.
"Life is truly so fragile..." Loren whispered softly to himself, a smile on his face.
Not far away, the superhumans from the Law Enforcement Department, Security Department, and the Casino Board of Trustees, battered and bruised, watched this bizarre scene and all subconsciously held their breath.
Afraid that the sound of their breathing might disturb the utterly captivated Loren.
Soon, all the corpses Loren had killed turned to ashes.
The flames produced by the exploding energy bullets might not cause significant damage to high-tier martial artists, but they were quite effective for igniting corpses that had lost their life force.
Loren nodded in satisfaction, and the black wings behind him moved once more.
His figure soared into the sky and vanished.
He was heading to another estate.
Of the three closely situated estates, he had only visited one.
Two more estates required his support.
Due to the short distance, Loren, traveling at full speed, reached another estate in just one second.
Within this estate, only three "allies" remained, struggling desperately to hold on.
The chief from the Law Enforcement Department, and two seventh-tier superhumans from the Casino Board of Trustees.
The lower-tier superhumans they had brought had long since perished under the assault of over a hundred superhumans.
Loren flew above this estate without any hesitation.
His mental energy stirred directly, activating "Crossroads of Fate."
This time, over a hundred superhumans within the estate were all pulled into the illusion space in that moment.
Earlier, at the other estate, Loren had already tested the limits of the illusion space.
For safety's sake, he had pulled those hundred-plus superhumans into the illusion space in several batches, wanting to experiment and find the maximum capacity the illusion space could hold.
But unfortunately, dozens of superhumans couldn't test the illusion space's limit; the number didn't seem to be the issue.
Therefore, this time, Loren was a bit bolder.
He chose to pull all these hundred-plus superhumans into the illusion space at once, wanting to see what would happen.
Over a hundred superhumans all bizarrely collapsed to the ground, their life force completely extinguished.
This still wasn't the limit of the illusion space.
Seeing this, Loren came to a bold conclusion:
The number of superhumans had no effect on his sixth ability; what mattered was the individual superhuman's mental energy.
As long as no single superhuman's mental energy exceeded his own, the number, bizarrely, had no limit.
At this moment, the Raven, silent for a long time, suddenly spoke in Loren's mind:
"Master, the mental energies of different superhumans do not merge. They cannot stack like ours can, where mental energies can overlap."
"And mental energies that cannot merge are like scattered sand. As long as your illusion space can contain them, they can be held."
"If we compare the illusion space to an abyss with a certain depth and infinite width in capacity."
"Then they are a group of extremely short sticks. If they cannot stack together to reach a certain height, they can never climb out of this abyss."
"And according to my analysis, if the depth of the illusion space is compared to 1200, then among these hundred-plus superhumans, the strongest mental energy only reaches a depth of 800."
After listening to the Raven's analysis, Loren nodded silently.
Loren didn't respond at all; his mind was pondering another matter.
The Raven's "wisdom" seemed to have strengthened again??
Could it now accurately calculate something as vague as mental energy?