Just as Hugh Warren was trying to figure out how they could all retreat safely, Mason Adler suddenly spun around, clutching his eye. Blood was streaming from between his fingers, showing no signs of stopping. If he didn't get medical attention soon, it could permanently affect his vision.
"Young Master, why don't we just let them go? We've already lost too many people." In this apocalyptic world, superpowers were a direct reflection of one's strength. They had worked hard to gather this group of ability users. Although they were only level one, they had already discovered a method to upgrade their superpowers. Given time, these users would become their most powerful weapon.
But Mason Adler wasn't listening.
"Hugh Warren, hurry up and help me kill this woman, kill her! Don't let a single one of them get away! I want this woman to wish she were dead, so kill her! Ahh, my eyes!"
