"Is it really for this reason, or is it just a bit too targeted!"
At that moment, Fu Qian realized the answer to his earlier question.
Why there was an existence like his Gold Left Hand, and why he was asked to make the first move.
These indigenous people could actually replicate the methods used by the invaders, and even their momentum seemed no less impressive.
But the problem lay right there, being sensitive to mental impacts, using a double-edged skill like this was almost tantamount to suicide.
Amidst his contemplation, the Resonance Spike in the zombie's hand had been thrust forward, forcefully slamming against the Gold Shield held by Brother TP.
Buzz!
Amidst the strange buzzing, the surface of the Gold Shield rippled with illusory waves.
And Brother TP, hiding behind the shield, looked ferocious but clearly hadn't suffered an unbearable psychic shock.
What a fully mastered scenario!
