So Xu Xiangyang's consciousness was like strands of light floating threads. He was unable to intervene, at the whim of external forces, yet he remained unharmed. Instead, during the maelstrom of the fierce battle, he hitched a ride on an invisible force that had gathered, starting to familiarize himself with the patterns that sprawled across it.
After patient waiting and repeated attempts, he finally managed to catch a glimpse of the contours of the power released by their squad leader.
"But, it seems like it's just the tip of the iceberg, unable to get a clear view of the whole picture..."
Xu Xiangyang marveled inwardly.
How deep does this girl's secrets run.
With his eyes closed, he subconsciously raised his arms, his hands claw-shaped, and groped in the air twice. To an uninformed passerby, he might look somewhat creepy.
