Mohist Technology

"Can you still do this or not?"

Liu Di stared at Mo Yu.

In the heavy rain, Mo Yu was soaked through, his hair plastered to his forehead in wet strands.

He threw back his head and laughed wildly.

"Of course I can! Why wouldn't I?"

"Watch my divine technique."

Mo Yu immediately turned around, narrowed his eyes into slits, and looked at the vicious criminals across from him. His voice boomed, "Disciple Summoning Technique!"

Liu Di frowned.

Mo Yu had put on such a mysterious act, but in the end, he was still relying on calling for backup.

Then—

A rolling sonic boom sounded high in the sky.

Above the crowd, amid the torrential rain, a large gray transport plane burst through the clouds and gradually revealed itself.

The transport plane dove from the clouds, its fuselage lights flashing. It flew less than a hundred meters above the ground, bringing an immense sense of oppression.

The kidnappers were instantly dumbfounded.

The next moment—

Faint blue light flickered through the plane's small windows.

Then—

The hatch at the rear of the plane opened, revealing one tall figure after another. They seemed to carry no deceleration equipment whatsoever as they leaped straight out of the aircraft.

Buzz.

Blue plasma shields unfolded in the air, like transparent blue cubes.

They enveloped the falling figures.

As the transport plane passed overhead, it scattered at least several hundred people through the sky.

It was an especially spectacular sight against the pitch-black heavens.

Whoosh.

From one Mohist disciple's shield, a blue laser suddenly shot out, piercing through a hundred meters of air.

Though the beam was as thin as a thread, its power was astonishing. It struck the wrist of the criminal holding Song Yu hostage with perfect accuracy.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out. Before