Chen Hai felt as though his thoughts had gained tangible power. Every solidified thought was like an octopus's tentacle, waving and writhing in illusion. With a single thought from him, they could solidify and seize something.
Chen Hai's heart stirred. Beyond the wall, he solidified his telekinesis and used a trace of it to stir the airflow. Dust and air currents in the sky not far away began to spin, forming a round Rasengan of swirling gray dust and air beneath Chen Hai's telekinetic control.
At that moment, Chen Hai could grasp the airflow.
"Hm?" Andrew, Steve, and Matt all sensed something unusual, but Chen Hai's telekinetic power did not belong to the same system as theirs.
In other words, Chen Hai's telekinetic power was not linked to the three of theirs. They were essentially two different kinds of telekinesis, so the three were only mildly surprised. They found it strange, but did not think much of it.
Seeing that the three seemed to have reacted somewhat, Chen Hai dispersed the tangible form of his telekinesis, keeping it at the faintest, almost illusory level of perception.
"Was that an illusion?"
Steve, Andrew, and Matt were all briefly puzzled. After muttering to themselves inwardly, they continued resting.
Seeing that the three had not reacted too strongly, Chen Hai continued exploring his telekinetic power. It transformed into an illusory perception that spread out in all directions, but only within a diameter of twenty meters.
However, when Chen Hai compressed it to the limit into a line no thicker than his little finger, it could reach as far as two thousand meters.
Using this method of perception, Chen Hai scanned the surroundings with himself as the center like a radar, sensing all kinds of information.
It was hazy and indistinct.
Chen Hai felt