He turned toward the sea.
The golden barrier was still there. As long as it remained, the formation had not been breached. And if the formation held, the people inside were still alive.
But how long could it last? No one knew.
Everything they knew about the formation came from Qin Xiaoyu's research report. The report stated that the formation on Island Ten could "theoretically withstand energy impacts above S+ rank," but how many S+ ranks did Xiangliu count as? They had no benchmark.
Han Songyue's hand involuntarily clenched, then relaxed.
If anything happened to those four...
He dared not finish the thought. Those four were Chen Hao's disciples, the most vital young talents in Huaxia's entire spiritual cultivation system.
More practically speaking, the consequences of offending Chen Hao were even more terrifying than losing four cultivation prodigies.
"Report!"
A communications soldier rushed into the tent.
"Radar has detected a high-speed target! Bearing southwest, altitude approximately three hundred meters, speed—"
He paused, as though checking that he had not misread it.
"Speed exceeds Mach four. It's approaching this area."
Han Songyue asked, "What model?"
"Unidentified. Its signal signature doesn't match any known aircraft. Its shape... resembles a living organism."
Han Songyue froze for a second.
"Do not intercept."
Before the communications soldier could relay the order, a commotion had already erupted outside the tent.
Yang Xiaowei was speaking to the camera.
She was highly professional. Even when all she had to say was "We currently have no further information," she could deliver it with varied intonation and a clear structure.
Then she heard the sound.
It was neither an explosion nor a roar, but an extraordinarily piercing birdcall. It came from far away, yet sounded as clear as if it were right beside her ear.
She instinctively looked up.
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