Chapter 344 - 262: Luring and Slaying the Void Sea Demon
A bolt of pure black lightning ripped through the dim sky!
The Ghost X-01 Prototype!
Accompanied by the shriek of a rent atmosphere, it descended upon the skies above Dragon’s Fang Port like a silent, defiant Demon God.
The sonic boom, lagging by several seconds, finally erupted with a deafening roar.
The terrifying shockwave materialized as a visible white ring of vapor, brutally carving a massive hole in the dense gray fog shrouding the port.
The demonic humming that had bored into everyone’s minds was brutally cut short by the overbearing boom.
Countless people trapped in illusions collapsed, their eyes rolling back in their heads. They had been yanked back from the very brink of a complete mental breakdown.
On the surface of the sea, the jet-black, coffin-shaped Ghost Ship shuddered violently.
Atop the ship’s bow, the gray-robed figure known as the Holy Envoy abruptly looked up.
His deathly-gray pupils clearly reflected the menacing black fighter jet and the ominous aura it radiated.
"What is that thing?"
The Holy Envoy’s voice was laced with astonishment and suspicion.
That speed, fast enough to tear through Space itself, completely defied the laws of physics as he knew them.
"A technological weapon? Have those idiots from East Sea City still not given up?"
The Holy Envoy let out a cold laugh as the Crystal Ball in his hand once again glowed with an eerie purple light.
"Since you barged in here on your own, you can stay and become nourishment for ’Mother’."
The moment he finished speaking, the gunwales on both sides of the Ghost Ship silently opened, revealing two rows of muzzles formed from overgrown, purple-black bone, all of which spewed a nauseating black smoke.
VMMMM!
More than a dozen beams of high-dimensional radiation, laced with Spiritual Contamination, shot out from various angles, instantly sealing off every inch of space around the X-01 prototype.
Inside the cockpit, a piercing alarm blared.
"Warning! High-dimensional Energy signature detected! Energy Shield cannot grant full immunity!"
Han Feng remained expressionless, but deep within his eyes, a faint golden light swirled wildly. Spiritual Vision—fully engaged!
In his field of vision, the world became a rough sketch composed of countless lines of Energy.
He perceived everything a full second before the beams were fired: their seemingly swift trajectories, the way the Energy accumulated in the muzzles, and even the faint changes in atmospheric electrical charge they induced.
"Too slow."
A smirk touched the corner of Han Feng’s mouth. ’Sword Control Technique, full power!’
In this moment, he wasn’t piloting an aircraft—he was wielding his very own Lifebound Flying Sword!
The fighter jet moved with the ease of his own limbs, as if it were an extension of his body.
He didn’t touch the control stick. A single thought was all it took.
VMMMM!
The massive sword of steel performed a maneuver in midair that completely defied inertia.
A lateral shift of a hundred meters out of nowhere!
More than a dozen purple-black beams grazed the jet’s wings and passed by, blasting the sea below into a roiling patch of dead water.
"What?"
The Holy Envoy’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
’How could a mere fighter jet execute a movement technique that only a Grandmaster Martial Artist should be capable of?’
Before he could recover from his shock, the black "Flying Sword" had already executed a vicious turn in midair. The jet’s nose became a sword’s tip, locking dead onto the Ghost Ship below.
’It’s rude not to return a gift.’
At Han Feng’s thought, the internal weapons bay slid open without a sound.
A solid black missile, its surface etched with blood-red Runes, slid out from the bay.
This was a Soul-Shattering Armor-Piercing Bullet, deeply bound to him through the Blood Refining Technique and inscribed with the dual Blast Flame and Spirit-Breaking Arrays!
The moment the missile launched, Han Feng felt his Qi Blood and Divine Thought drawn out by an invisible thread, merging perfectly with the weapon.
BOOM!
Trailing a blood-red exhaust, the missile shot forward at Mach five, smashing down toward the Ghost Ship like a bolt of Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder.
Seeing Han Feng launch the missile, a disdainful look crossed the Holy Envoy’s face. He immediately ordered his subordinates to intercept it with Energy Beams.
In his mind, a fighter jet might be able to evade attacks, but a missile certainly couldn’t.
However, as the Energy Beams lanced out, the missile seemed to come alive, beginning a series of bizarre, untraceable movements.
Under the control of Han Feng’s Divine Sense, it executed three consecutive S-turns, perfectly evading all intercepting fire.
Seeing this, a chill went down the Holy Envoy’s spine. With no time to wonder why the missile was so agile, he screamed at his subordinates once more.
"Defenses! Activate the array, now!"
In the next moment, a heavy, dark purple barrier of light rose up from the Ghost Ship, covered in countless twisting Runes.
THUD!
The missile struck the barrier of light. There was no world-shaking explosion, only a deep, muffled boom, like a Giant Hammer striking a great drum.
A second later, the blood-red Runes on the missile’s surface flared to life!
The Blast Flame Array and Spirit-Breaking Array inscribed by Han Feng detonated simultaneously!
The purest yang of the Qi Blood Power and the physical Destructive Power of a technological creation... catalyzed by the Cultivation Immortality Array, they merged perfectly, instantly unleashing a terrifying force far greater than the sum of their parts!
BOOM!
The defensive barrier, strong enough to withstand an attack from a Tier Four Middle Stage expert, had a massive hole melted through it as if by a hot knife through butter.
The resulting shockwave, laced with Soul Sand designed specifically to counter Spirit Bodies, swept across the deck.
The gray-robed acolytes kneeling on the deck were blown into a fine red mist before they could even scream.
The entire Ghost Ship shook violently as large cracks spread across its hull. The once-arrogant Holy Envoy was sent tumbling across the deck by the blast wave, rolling over several times in a pathetic display.
"Damn it! What the hell is this thing?"
The Holy Envoy scrambled to his feet. His face was a mask of terror as he stared at the Power Core, which had nearly been breached.
’This isn’t an ordinary missile! The power clinging to it is actually searing my Divine Soul!’
"There’s something strange about this kid’s attacks!"