Chi Jiao's superpower was mental attacks. It was far more difficult to use this kind of power than physical attacks. Once it was exhausted, the user would suffer internal injuries and would require proper rest.
Chi Jiao took deep breaths from the pain. She endured the metallic taste of blood in her throat and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Chi Jiao knew very well that her life was not in danger now. It was just that she had exhausted too much energy this time. It would be a while before she could use her mental power again.
Chi Jiao looked down at the golden scale in her hand, which was still stained with blood.
"Boss, what's this?" Beitang Lie asked.
"Cough cough, it's the scale I took from She Qi's body. It's all thanks to this scale that I was able to escape. Otherwise, things would have been very grim today," Chi Jiao said after taking a deep breath.
