Under the night sky, on the rooftop, members of the Peak City Guard knelt on the ground, their hands pressed firmly against the surface. An overwhelming, invisible pressure descended upon them like a deep ocean, leaving them trembling slightly and drenched in sweat.
The leaders of this unit were two members of the Third Rank, their faces flushed red as if they might explode at any moment.
They exhausted all their strength, attempting to press the rescue button on the satellite phone, but their efforts were futile.
The squad watched helplessly as a black sedan drove into a narrow alley, followed by four trailing vehicles that blocked its exit, soon after which a surge of spiritual fluctuation erupted. Then, silence fell, swallowing everything.
It was obvious that something had gone wrong.
And yet, they were under the control of an immensely powerful mental force, incapable even of calling for help.
In other words, this was a meticulously planned attack!
