"Boss, you were right! If we hadn't let that kid go earlier, how could we have hooked these two big fish?" "Yeah! It's been ages since we've tasted a woman. Now we can finally indulge!" "Let's take them back and make them pop out our kids, hahaha!" ... The vicious laughter was filled with lewd intent. "Once we catch them, let me have the first taste, then they're all yours!" The ferocious death-row boss grinned wickedly. The group surrounded the two sisters like wolves, as if seeing cute little white rabbits in their palms, ready to toy with them without escape. "You bastards!" The wild girl trembled with rage, unable to hold back any longer. Clenching her fists, she leaped up and charged at the group of death-row convicts alone. Wind-Fire Fist! Her fists, wrapped in wind and fire, struck with devastating force. Though a woman, her fist technique was far fiercer than an ordinary person's. Leaping down from the air like an Amazon goddess from myth, she aimed to obliterate her opponents. Thump! Thump! Her form was like lightning, fists like hammers, strength like a mountain, slamming heavily into the chests of two death-row convicts. Their faces froze in shock before they could even see her figure, blood trickling from their mouths as their chests caved in, clearly dead. The wild girl was like a tiger among sheep, kicking and punching, her body wrapped in wind and fire, her fist aura overwhelming, ferocious beyond measure. Her punches carried immense force—any hit meant death or severe injury, terrifyingly effective. In no time, five or six had fallen under her fists, crippled, forcing the death-row convicts to retreat step by step. "What a fierce woman!" The boss laughed in fury, then suddenly leaped, his palms as large as fans, fingers hooked like claws, reaching out through the air. Bang! Fist met palm. He grabbed the wild girl's fist tightly, stopping her advance. The girl raised an eyebrow, her ferocity surging. Her long leg swept like an iron whip, fast as a shadow, kicking him hard. It felt like striking an iron wall, thudding loudly. The boss, a tough elite cultivator himself, was forced back, his chest aching. He felt as if he were holding a raging tiger, ready to break free and turn on him. "I'll handle this wild woman! You deal with the weak one!" The boss bellowed, his skin turning silver-gold, like a golden statue, his body swelling to four or five meters tall, faint golden light flickering—indestructible. The wild girl's legs lashed out like a hurricane, shaking his frame. But the boss's body was rock-hard, his hands like iron clamps, holding her fists tight, preventing escape. "Little darling, let us show you some love!" The other death-row convicts sneered, closing in on the delicate woman, their eyes lecherous, as if ready to strip her bare. They surrounded her like wolves, but the delicate woman showed no panic. Instead, golden light blazed from her eyes, condensing into tiny arrows that flashed through the air, turning into golden threads, piercing the foreheads of the three in front. Soul-Destroying Arrows! The three death-row convicts' faces went blank, emotionless, frozen in place. Crack! Crack! Their bodies stiffened like wooden puppets, turning to stare coldly at their comrades. They lunged fiercely, claws striking, each tearing out the throat of an unsuspecting companion, killing them instantly. Seeing their blank, lifeless faces, the others felt a chill. "What the hell is this?" The three, as if soulless, attacked their own frantically, throwing the group into chaos. "Psychic power!" Feng Lin snapped awake, sensing a strong wave of psychic energy spreading through the air. With his mind scan, he perceived the entire scene. He saw the delicate woman using psychic power to control the three like puppets, throwing the death-row convicts into disarray. It was the first time he'd seen psychic power used to such effect, its power astonishing. Yet oddly, he noticed she hadn't evolved a psychic gene—it seemed she followed a different path, leaning toward mental hypnosis and control. What gene it was, he couldn't immediately discern. The delicate woman was fully focused on controlling three gene cultivators, sweat beading on her forehead. Clearly, managing three peers drained her mental energy immensely. Bang! Bang! Bang! The death-row convicts, utterly ruthless to others and themselves, regrouped and swarmed in, striking without mercy, killing their three controlled comrades. "This woman can hypnotize minds—don't fall for her tricks!" These survivors from the brutal planet Rakshasa were fierce fighters, shouting as they attacked aggressively. The delicate woman's face grew paler. Her invisible psychic arrows were blocked one by one, and she seemed on the verge of falling into their clutches, her life hanging by a thread. Feng Lin withdrew his psychic power, understanding the situation, but felt no concern for her impending fate. He wasn't some fool who lost his head at the sight of beauty. What did this have to do with him? "Sister!" Seeing her sister in danger, the wild girl panicked. With a fierce cry, she unleashed her trump card: "Overlord Aura!" Black gas surged from within her, thick as oil, spreading over her body and solidifying into a black armor that covered her entirely. Her form transformed into a battle-hardened armored warrior, like a hero from myth returning to the world, exuding a suffocating aura of valor. Hah! She rubbed her palms together, forming a three-meter black spear. She thrust it forward, the tip sharp and fierce, piercing the death-row boss's hands, blood gushing. With a heavy shout, she leveraged the spear to fling his massive body away, then leaped into the crowd. The spear cut through the air, skewering several death-row convicts like candied hawthorns on a stick. She carved a bloody path, rushing toward her sister. The delicate woman, in sync, immediately climbed onto her sister's back. Drip! Drip! Blood fell drop by drop. The wild girl's face was resolute, fierce and unyielding. "Sister, there are too many of them. We can't win—let's get out of here!" the delicate woman whispered, keeping her cool. "I'll kill that bitch!" The boss stood up, clutching his bleeding hand. The ground shook, a violent tremor spreading like an earthquake, destabilizing the sisters. The other death-row convicts surged forward like a tide. "Sister, where to?" the wild girl asked, her eyes serious. The delicate woman closed her eyes, sensing the faint psychic ripple in the air, then a smile curled at her lips. "Where to?" She pointed toward Feng Lin's direction. "Alright!" Without hesitation, the wild girl hurled her spear with all her might. It exploded mid-air into countless arrows, blasting a path open. She moved like a tiger leaping through a mountain stream, breaking free of the encirclement. "Don't let them escape!" The death-row convicts chased relentlessly, gnashing their teeth, eager to devour the sisters. Boom! Boom! Boom! Heavy footsteps shook the ground. The commotion drew closer, jolting Feng Lin awake again. His mind spread out, revealing the sisters rapidly approaching him, heading straight for his position. This wasn't a coincidence! Trying to divert trouble his way? Nice try! Feng Lin smirked coldly, moving swiftly to shake them off. "Feng Lin, save us—we're fellow examinees!" A psychic wave carried the delicate woman's voice. Feng Lin didn't respond, instead quickening his pace to avoid this troublesome pair. Good looks meant nothing to him. Though he wondered how the delicate woman knew his name... But... A hero saving a damsel in distress? Not happening! Feng Lin leaped into the air, riding the clouds, ready to fly far away and lose them completely. But the delicate woman's next words made him stop: "Are you stuck at the peak of interstellar cultivator, your life force unable to break through? Save me, and I'll tell you how to advance to elite cultivator!"