Qinghe gave him a glance, full of contempt in her eyes: "Can you take care of so many people at once?"
Sang fell silent. If it were two or three people, he could have them die in his own illusions. But with so many people, and needing to be fast, otherwise once they notify the outsiders, they would only be waiting for death.
It was undoubtedly impossible. He could only make them enter a collective illusion and still needed Qinghe's help; he simply didn't have that ability now. His special ability was not suited for offensive use. He used to mock his rough-and-ready brother who could burst someone with a mere gesture, guts and intestines spilling everywhere, disgustingly so.
Unlike him, who could easily take care of someone just by using his mind. But now he truly wished he had such power, otherwise they wouldn't be so passive.
Sang resignedly asked, "Then what should we do?"
