Chapter Thirty-Six: Alice’s Psychic Power

As Xiao Feng fought fiercely, hacking down the wave of monstrous beasts lunging toward him, a sudden cry pierced the chaos—a woman's voice, clear and urgent.

"Xiao Feng, I'm here to save you! Hold on!"

No sooner had the words reached his ears than the crack of a gunshot rang out. "Bang!" A beast pouncing toward Xiao Feng was abruptly struck in the head, flung aside by the force of the impact.

It was unmistakably the roar of a heavy sniper rifle—clearly, a high-caliber mechanical sniper.

Though the shot wasn't fatal, it gave Xiao Feng a crucial opening. Seizing the moment, he slashed with fury, cleaving the beast's skull with a single stroke, the blade of his weapon—"Reaper"—splitting the G-class monster's head like a ripe melon. Under his hands, the supposedly formidable creature seemed pitifully fragile.

Gunfire continued to echo. As Xiao Feng swung Reaper with relentless vigor, his handgun spat bullets without pause, creating a deadly rhythm of steel and fire.

From the moment he heard the girl's voice, Xiao Feng had known—it was Ivy. He turned his head and shouted, "Ivy! Leave now—this place is far too dangerous!"

"I won't go! If we leave, we leave together!"

No sooner had Ivy declared this than another girl's voice chimed in, sweet and earnest: "Brother Xiao Feng! We've come to save you!"

Xiao Feng froze. He turned, stunned, to the source of the voice. "Alice? What are you doing here? It's far too dangerous! You must go back at once!" he shouted, even as his blade tore through another monster.

Anxiety gripped him far more tightly now than when he'd faced the horde alone—because these two girls, Ivy and Alice, were the most precious people in his heart.

Especially Alice—whose eyes were still blind.

Desperately, Xiao Feng fought to push his way toward them, slashing through beast after beast.

But there were too many. Their numbers continued to grow. No matter how fiercely he fought, he couldn't break through to them.

Then, in a flash of lightning, something changed. The beasts before him suddenly froze in place—statues, caught mid-motion.

Startled, Xiao Feng charged forward, weaving through their motionless forms, until he reached the two girls.

There, Alice stood with her arms stretched out, hands spread, her face twisted in pain. Beside her, Ivy held a massive sniper rifle, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Alice.

"Alice, why are you here?"

Her face contorted with strain, Alice answered, "Brother Xiao Feng... I came to save you!"

"Don't you realize how dangerous this is?" Xiao Feng cried out, already unfastening the Blood Ghost rifle from his back.

"For you, Brother... even if it's dangerous, I would still come. But now—I've stopped them. Kill them. Quickly!"

Stunned, Xiao Feng raised the Blood Ghost. "Alice, just hold on a little longer. This will be over soon!"

And then he let loose—round after round firing with savage precision. "Pew! Pew!" The rifle barked in rapid succession as Xiao Feng emptied the clip, reloaded with swift movements, and fired again. There was no thought of the cost of bullets—only the urgency of survival and his desperate concern for Alice.

Could she endure this strange power? Could it harm her?

"Alice!" he called again.

After over a hundred shots, the battlefield fell silent, the ground littered with monstrous corpses.

Ivy stood in awe, shocked by the sheer lethality Xiao Feng displayed with Alice's assistance.

He reloaded and raised his rifle once more, aiming directly at the eye of the remaining werewolf.

The creature trembled violently, trying in vain to shake off Alice's psychic grip—but it forgot to shield its eyes.

Xiao Feng stood before the beast, the muzzle of his rifle pressed against its face. "Die," he spat.

Crack. A soft but lethal report sounded.

But the werewolf did not fall. It remained upright, struggling against the invisible bonds.

No matter how it writhed, Alice's mental hold remained unbroken. Her will shackled the beast with unrelenting strength.

Xiao Feng chambered another round, removed the silencer from Blood Ghost, the barrel now blisteringly hot. He aimed again—no need for precision now—and fired.

Boom!

Yet still, the beast did not collapse.

"D*mn it! What level are you? E-class?!" Xiao Feng cursed. He drew Reaper and leapt high, bringing the blade down on the creature's head.

The blow split its scalp, but not its skull. The werewolf continued to convulse and howl.

A sudden sense of helplessness overtook Xiao Feng. Even facing a restrained enemy, he couldn't kill it. In frustration, he kicked it with all his might—only to be thrown back several meters by the force.

Ivy rushed to catch him. "Xiao Feng, are you all right?"

He straightened. "What now? I can't kill it!"

Ivy's beautiful face turned solemn. "Then we run. As long as you're safe."

"No," Xiao Feng replied firmly. "We haven't raised enough money to fix Alice's eyes. If we take down this monster, we can get her the surgery tomorrow!"

Alice's body trembled at his words. Despite her agony, she clenched her teeth. "I won't be your burden, Brother Xiao Feng!"

Then, with a cry that shattered her soft image, the petite girl—her gray eyes dull and blind—suddenly flared with a strange and radiant light.

"Brother Xiao Feng! Go—blast that creature's heart to pieces!"

Xiao Feng turned toward the beast, its slimy body glistening under the moonlight. He raised the Blood Ghost once more.

The werewolf's howls grew louder, as if pierced by invisible blades. Xiao Feng realized—this was Alice's doing. Her psychic power was more formidable than he had ever imagined.

Then, suddenly, the monster's chest began to change…