Zheng Xian's hair had been scorched; she cried as she cursed at Mina, "What does this have to do with us? We refused pharmaceutical production decades ago; you were the ones who put knives to our throats and forced us. You were the ones who said you didn't care about environmental destruction!"
The superpower users, already driven insane, paid no heed to these explanations and relentlessly attacked the Tianyi Alliance.
Zheng Xian was on the brink of collapse. She blew a whistle, hoping to command the direwolf pack, but they stood motionless beside Bai Chuwei, as if they'd never heard the whistle.
Utterly despairing.
Bai Chuwei stood with her hands behind her back on the red Arctic Ice Fields, her white dress fluttering in the biting wind, poised and ethereal.
She ignored the brawling groups, her gaze faint as she looked across the ice fields. Observing the director darting around, occasionally picking up animal carcasses from the icy sea, he was patting his thighs in distress.
