121 The Smirk

Carrying Jyorta with a hand, the lady exited the room, wrapping a layer of light around the two. Suddenly, her speed intensified, the situation unknown to Jyorta carried within it, his vision shielded by the barrier of light.

He readily activated his psychic arm, intending to course it through the barrier of light. His psychic arm was blocked, unable to pass through it, the feeling similar to being obstructed by a mountain.

"Don't bother; any psychic arm below the level of a Ground Controller can never hope to pass through my light barrier." The lady said, flashing a smile, her curiosity piqued upon seeing Jyorta's unflustered gaze.

His psychic arm was just a cover, the result expected by him the moment the light barrier enveloped the two of them. The blue soul in him chanted the verse of the creepy-haired man, creating two temporary Soul Corneas, directing them towards the lady.