Reon stood still, trying to maintain a calm facade.
Inwardly, he was anything but.
Silently, he extended his threads toward Zu Fen's hand that held the blade, aiming for a clean cut.
But—
Whoosh!
The moment his threads touched the armored figures of Zu Fen and Pu Lan, they were shredded instantly.
That yellow substance again.
"Quickly—hands up, bastard!" Zu Fen barked, voice full of mockery.
Reon exhaled slowly. "…Fine. Just don't hurt them."
He raised his hands.
"Hahaha! Just as you said, Pu Lan—this ruthless bastard's got a soft spot for kids!" Zu Fen laughed, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.
"Heh… told you, Leader. These types always crack when innocent lives are on the line. Cowards beneath the bravado." Pu Lan smirked beside him.
Reon didn't respond. He only stared—cold, unwavering.
While he raised his hands, his mind worked furiously.
All his threads had been retracted—except for two. He was now focusing, not on coating them with Spiritual Qi, but with Aura.
