Crack! The man's trigeminal nerve took the brunt of Teresa Taylor's strike, and he collapsed, unconscious on the spot.

"Kill her!" another man roared, swinging a metal wrench.

"Courting death!" Teresa sneered, stepping forward instead of retreating. She closed the gap instantly and delivered a powerful shoulder strike.

Boom! The man screamed as he was sent flying, slamming into the wall and fainting immediately.

The remaining men quickly realized something was wrong. Panicking, they turned to flee, only to discover in horror that they had locked the cell door themselves—it couldn't be opened from the inside!

"Please spare us!" "Ma'am, I was just joking earlier!"

Teresa's face remained cold as she dispatched them one by one with precise hand strikes, knocking them unconscious. She made sure not to kill them; these men were merely rendered unconscious.

Pulling on the cell door, she realized it was still locked. The sounds of fighting and chaos echoed from outside.

Should I stay here in confinement or leave? Teresa hesitated for a moment.

Meanwhile, James Lone observed the chaos unfolding within the TV base. The gray-clad workers had completely overrun the upper levels and were unleashing their fury—murder, looting, eating stolen food, even sexual assault.

Screams and wails filled the air.

The original rulers—the soldiers and ability users—had all retreated to the mid and lower levels. A large number of soldiers and ability users were stationed in the middle levels to prevent the rioters from descending further.

Around Erics Peterson, the base leader, only four ability users and ten soldiers remained to guard him.

"This is a golden opportunity," James Lone muttered. Without hesitation, he opened a portal directly into Erics Peterson's office, stepping inside.

His entry point was the sofa behind Erics Peterson.

Unaware of James's presence, Erics was still on the phone issuing cold and calculated orders: "It's about time. Begin the clean-up. Kill all the rebels."

"Yes, sir!"

Hanging up the phone, Erics leaned back in his chair, a wave of satisfaction washing over him. The thrill of controlling others' fates was intoxicating.

With a single command, hundreds of lives would be snuffed out. Power was the ultimate drug for a man.

"This is what power feels like..." Erics sighed, spinning his chair in contentment.

As he spun around, his expression froze in horror—someone was sitting on the sofa behind him.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

James Lone smiled mischievously. "Take a guess."

Erics's face darkened, then his eyes widened in realization. "You're that burrowing guy!"

Even as he spoke, Erics secretly unleashed an invisible willpower attack, like a steel needle shooting straight at James Lone.

Unbeknownst to him, James saw it all clearly.

The moment James entered the room, he had activated every ability at his disposal: Perception! Phasing! Blood Energy Burst at 200%! Light of the Mind!

James watched the semi-transparent spike heading straight for his mental bubble.

With a faint tremor, the spike shattered harmlessly. The immunity granted by his "Light of the Mind" ability had activated.

Erics Peterson froze, stunned that nothing had happened.

James Lone grinned. "Well, looks like it's my turn now."

Mental Shock!

Erics felt as though a truck had slammed into his brain. Boom! His consciousness plunged into darkness. Blood poured from his orifices as his limp body crumpled to the floor.

A silver orb, visible only to James Lone, floated out of Erics Peterson's body and was absorbed into James's willpower weapon. The weapon's form visibly solidified.

"So, it works!" James Lone smiled and began searching the room.

As an important figure, Erics Peterson likely held valuable information.

It didn't take long for James to find Erics's phone. Using the man's fingerprint, he unlocked it successfully. He tossed both the phone and Erics's corpse into his personal space for later study.

Next, he seized the work computer and emptied the locked filing cabinet.

Scanning the room with his perception ability, James found a hidden drawer under the bed containing a USB drive.

"What kind of data is so important it's hidden here?" James wondered, pocketing the USB.

With his search complete, James phased into the floor, descending to the guard room below.

Without emerging, he tossed a grenade through the ground.

The guards were dumbfounded as they stared at the suddenly materialized grenade. "What the hell is that?" "Oh, God!"

Boom!

The explosion killed them all instantly.

Two silver orbs emerged from the bodies of two ability users, also absorbed into James's willpower weapon. However, their impact wasn't nearly as significant as Erics Peterson's.

"Could it be that the willpower of the deceased affects the quality of the orb?" James speculated.

"What's going on?!" "Someone's infiltrated!"

More guards and ability users stormed into the room, panicking. Another grenade greeted them, tossed from the wall.

"Where did this grenade come from?!" "Dodge it!"

They dove to the floor in desperation, but it was too late.

Boom!

Only one ability user survived, protected by a massive iron shield that absorbed the blast. Still, the explosion left him dazed and disoriented.

James Lone leaped from the wall with lightning speed, hammer in hand.

The shield user instinctively raised his shield to block.

Clang!

The heavy blow distorted the shield, its weight increasing exponentially. The man was horrified to find he could no longer lift it.

Thud!

The shield dropped to the ground with a loud crash, shattering the bones in the user's foot. He screamed in agony. "Stop! I surrender!"

"Sure," James replied with a smile, then swung the hammer sideways.

Bang!

The hammer struck the man's temple, crushing his skull like a watermelon. Another silver orb floated out, joining James's willpower weapon.

His eyes glinted coldly. "Next."

Phasing back underground, James moved toward the mid-levels, where the main force of ability users was stationed.

The ability users had already spread out with soldiers, quelling the rebellion.

"Everyone surrender! Hands up, or we'll execute you on the spot!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire accompanied the demands as they mercilessly mowed down rebels.

The unarmed survivors had no chance against the soldiers and ability users. Corpses, severed limbs, and blood littered the ground.

Some survivors knelt and begged for mercy. Others turned and fled.

The soldiers and ability users split up, capturing some of the fleeing survivors.

However, some captives pretended to surrender, only to attack the soldiers when they got close.

"You bastard! Still resisting?!" "Kill him! Kill him!"

Bang!

Seeing this, other survivors panicked and ran even faster. "They're killing the prisoners! Run!"

Even those who had already knelt scrambled to their feet and fled.

The battlefield descended into chaos.

The soldiers, lacking real combat experience, didn't know how to handle the situation. The violet mist obscured their vision, and the labyrinthine corridors made the battlefront hard to track.

In the midst of the disarray, James Lone silently appeared in the rear and began his silent slaughter of the ability users.

If he encountered a lone target, he used a mental attack to incapacitate them before delivering the killing blow.

For groups, he simply lobbed grenades.

After killing over 20 ability users, his actions were finally noticed.

"Someone's attacking from behind!" "Careful! The gray-clads have ability users too!"

Panicked, the ability users regrouped, with soldiers moving to protect them.

Seeing this, James hesitated to act further. Unsure of each individual's abilities, he knew charging in recklessly could spell disaster.

When Elen Hawkins, a high-ranking Alpha-level ability user, arrived, James immediately decided to retreat.

Sofie Barnes had specifically warned him about Elen Hawkins, a powerful close-combat specialist. Facing her head-on could be dangerous.

Unwilling to take unnecessary risks, James phased into the ground and disappeared.

After sitting in her confinement cell for another half-hour, Teresa Taylor noticed that the base still hadn't regained control, nor had anyone come for her.

As the sounds of fighting grew fainter, she could no longer stay still. Gripping the cell door, she summoned all her strength.

Bang!

The lock snapped, and the door was forcibly wrenched open.

Teresa Taylor stepped out.