Under attack!
Shen Le was not flustered. He had anticipated this kind of thing long ago and had made specific preparations for it.
After all, he was not the only one in this world who possessed spells. There was no reason he should be allowed to hit others while others were forbidden from hitting him, right?
To that end, even while sneaking around, he stayed buried more than twenty meters underground, only rising once he reached his target location.
It could not be helped. Reportedly, a 155mm howitzer shell with a delayed fuse could leave a crater two meters deep when it struck the ground, with a lethal radius possibly reaching twenty meters—
As long as he stayed below twenty meters, he would be safe. As for larger bunker-busters, missiles, thousand-pound aerial bombs, and the like, Shen Le did not think he was important enough to warrant those...
Right now, Shen Le felt that within the earth, he was no longer moving as freely as a fish in water, no longer able to go wherever he pleased. Every movement felt sticky and sluggish.
The entire earth seemed to have abruptly changed from a clear lake into glue, or petroleum slurry mixed with barite powder. Simply raising a hand or taking a step felt as though he were bound.
When he tried to take another step forward, he slammed straight into a wall with a bang. His mental power probed ahead, finding a massive section at least ten meters by ten meters and seven or eight meters thick, all of it as hard as a steel plate.
Forget communicating with this soil and rock, making it deform or collapse to attack the enemy—he could not even move forward a few steps or pass through the wall!
Shen Le was not flustered.