When things got really dangerous, Alice, whose eyes were glowing red, suddenly clutched her head with both hands and shrieked violently before rolling around on the ground in pain.
"Quick, stop her! That's the Mindstorm!" a tall, skinny Western old man shouted.
A few Western powerhouses that looked like martial grandmasters rushed over to Alice and caught her with a wave of their hands.
"Don't knock her out! Let her vent. Otherwise, the Mindstorm will shatter her mind into a million fragments. If that happens, even if Alice is able to survive, she will become an imbecile!"
The tall, skinny old man floated up after checking Alice's condition and barked out firm instructions.
The few powerhouses from the West, who all agreed with the old man, split up and held down Alice's arms and legs in an effort to stabilize her.
