A tall man named Saul stood in front, with a lean man named Tristen and a small-eyed man named Lawson behind him.
Suddenly, Saul’s eyes flashed as he turned to look in a specific direction.
Tristen and Lawson followed his gaze.
“Saul, Lawson, there seems to be something interesting on the sea in the distance,” Tristen said with interest.
“Let’s go check it out,” Saul said, a wicked smile curling his lips and a cold glint in his eyes.
The three of them unleashed their spiritual power, transforming into three blood-red streaks of light shooting towards the same direction.
In the inner sea of West Sea, dozens of warships were speeding towards an uninhabited island.
Today, there was a large-scale military exercise.
The fleet consisted of eight main missile destroyers, ten missile frigates, nine conventional submarines, one nuclear submarine, and various landing ships and missile boats.
In the sky, more than a dozen Leopard fighter jets flew at low altitude, leaving long trails of roaring sound.
As they advanced towards the unnamed island, the ships occasionally fired at specific targets in the sea.
When the missiles hit their targets, huge columns of water shot into the air and then crashed back down onto the sea surface.
Coordinating with the naval forces, the Leopard fighter jets also launched missiles at targets in the sea.
The scene was spectacular.
In an underground building on the coast of West Sea, there was the command center for this exercise.
Several high-ranking officers from the navy and air force were present in the command center, overseeing the exercise.
On the large monitoring screen, footage of the ships and jets bombing their targets was being displayed.
The fleet commander, Justin Dalton, was issuing orders for the attacks on the targets.
“Commander, radar shows three unidentified objects rapidly approaching from one hundred nautical miles due north,” a communications officer reported to the command center.
The report made Justin pause for a moment.
This exercise did not include any opposition forces, so the rapidly approaching unidentified objects gave Justin an uneasy feeling.
“Could it be that the high command has changed the exercise plan to test West Sea fleet’s response capabilities? Or are they United States aircraft trying to spy on the exercise?”
These thoughts flashed through Justin’s mind.
As the fleet commander, Justin had to adapt to unexpected situations.
“Order the Leopard jets to spread out by five hundred meters and maintain an altitude of one thousand meters. Prepare ship-to-air missiles for engagement,” Justin commanded sternly.
Less than ten seconds after Justin’s order, three blood-red streaks of light shot across the large screen in the command center.
“What are those?” Everyone in the command center was stunned by what they saw on the screen.
The real-time footage showed that the blood-red streaks were much faster than both jets and missiles.
Could they be some kind of new missile?
Before anyone could think further, the three blood-red streaks suddenly stopped in mid-air.
As the ship’s camera zoomed in, everyone in the command center finally saw what those objects were.
They were three people wearing red robes!
The three stood in mid-air, with one looking indifferent while the other two seemed intrigued by the approaching warships.
“They’re actually three people! Three people who can fly!”
Seeing the three people in mid-air, not only were the crew members on the ships and pilots in the Leopard jets shocked, but even the high-ranking officers in the command center exclaimed in surprise.
“What is going on? How did three people suddenly appear in mid-air?” Justin asked in shock.
Immediately, a thought came to Justin’s mind-these three people came from a spatial rift!
“Justin, could they have come from a spatial rift?” The political commissar voiced Justin’s thoughts.
“Did something happen with the spatial rift?” Deputy Commander Finnegan asked gravely, staring intently at the video footage of the three people.
Above West Sea, Saul and his companions stood quietly in mid-air, looking down at the West Sea fleet.
The fleet had stopped its exercise and halted its advance, entering combat readiness mode.
“Saul, all the people on those ships and flying objects are mortals without spiritual power,” Tristen said after using his divine sense to probe. “But it’s quite interesting that they can control those peculiar ships and flying objects without any spiritual power.”
“Saul, Tristen, it seems these ships and flying objects are not powered by Spirit Stones,” Lawson said, squinting his eyes even more.
“Humans in this world are quite interesting,” Saul said with a cold smile.
Although mortals were like ants to cultivators, these humans could not only make things fly but also control massive ships, which surprised Saul and his companions a bit.
However, despite their surprise, those peculiar ships and flying objects posed no threat to Saul and his companions.
“Let’s use these mortals’ memories to learn about this world,” Saul said coldly.
Saul’s gaze shifted to a nearby fighter jet.
With a thought, spiritual power surged from his body and formed a giant blood-red hand in mid-air, reaching for the nearest Leopard jet.
The jet pilot’s face changed upon seeing this.
Despite his strong mental fortitude, he quickly pulled on the control stick to ascend rapidly.
The jet soared into the sky, trying to evade the giant blood-red hand.
“Hehe, trying to escape? It’s just a futile struggle,” Tristen sneered.
The blood-red hand accelerated and grabbed the Leopard jet within seconds.
The pilot’s face turned pale as he maximized engine power to break free from the blood-red hand’s grip.
However, all his efforts were in vain. Under the control of the blood-red hand, the jet couldn’t move at all.
This scene shocked everyone on the warships, other jet pilots, and high-ranking officers in the command center.
With an indifferent expression, Saul moved his mind again.
Wrapped in the blood-red hand, the Leopard jet flew rapidly towards Saul and his companions.
As it got closer, Saul extended his right hand and clenched his fingers into a fist.
The blood-red hand mimicked Saul’s movement and crushed the jet into pieces. The debris fell into the sea below.
The blood-red hand then shrank and extracted the pilot from the cockpit, bringing him before Saul.
The shattered jet plummeted straight downwards.
Even with strong mental fortitude, terror showed on the pilot’s face.