At the same time, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
In the blink of an eye, the air beside him distorted slightly, rippling out indistinctly visible waves.
With the continuous enhancement of the psychic force field.
The ripple, carried by the wind, expanded rapidly, instantly transforming into a hidden wall.
Soon, the barrier spread rapidly along the cold ground, passing through the narrow path in front of the porch in a flash.
It then quietly glided over the barn, pushing over the layers of black stubble from the freshly harvested Maze.
The light wall only managed to settle down along the treetops when it encountered the long row of oak trees at the edge of the farm.
The entire farm was covered at the bottom.
After doing all that, John flipped his palm over and flicked two fingers lightly in the air twice.
The next second, the ripples on the outer wall of the force field began to simulate the composition of the air.
Refractive index, deflection... by continuously mimicking the structure of landforms, weather, and light, until a true simulation is achieved.
Invisible.
Even from the outside world, or through satellites and radar at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
All they could "see" was a wasteland overgrown with weeds.
Only a few withered tree branches remained, crookedly stuck in the ground, swaying in the east wind.
The red-roofed wooden houses are gone, as are the towering barns.
Along with the hundred acres of flat wheat fields, they also completely "vanished into thin air," disappearing without a trace.
Yes, ever since John received Godolkin's century-old insights, his understanding of force fields has become increasingly sophisticated.
First, the orientation of the force field is adjusted, either by translation or fixation.
Now, the force field is condensed and amplified, and then simulated until it completely covers the entire farm.
If John were given a little more time...
He might even be able to separate the Bioelectric Field and use it separately, achieving unexpected results.
Seeing that everything was in place, John turned around with relief and looked up at the vast sky.
He opened the door gently, his toes lightly grazing the wooden planks of the porch.
Next second.
A light blue energy flow enveloped him completely, lifting him up from the ground.
"Shuashua--"
Then it transformed into an extremely thin line of Klein, plunging suddenly into the dense sea of clouds.
On the steps of the porch, only the wet imprints of two bare feet remained.
But what John didn't know was...
From the window on the second floor, in Joe and Martha's room.
The heavy gray curtain was lifted up, creating a gap about two fingers wide.
Martha stood quietly in the darkness, leaning against the windowsill, her hands nervously resting on the curtains.
She did not choose to turn on the light and wake Jonathan.
Instead, he gazed with some concern at the fleeting blue streak deep within the sea of clouds.
"My child, return safely."
Three miles away, in the western sky.
Just as Sinestro accelerated and sliced through the clouds...
The Lantern Ring on his middle finger suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, and a strange heat emanated from it.
"This is..."
Sinestro frowned and abruptly stopped in the clouds.
He then lowered his head and stared intently at his right hand.
The green light on the ring's surface was flashing wildly, and the energy waveform it emitted was fluctuating wildly, as if... it had malfunctioned.
You should know that this ring had been with him for forty years.
Even back then, when they were hunting down interstellar rioters in the Kuiper Belt, or escorting an entire refugee fleet through the Riot in Sector 1417.
The Lantern Ring of that time were very stable, always present.
But now it seems to be controlled by something, and the entire finger bone is trembling.
Even worse, the signal that had been being tracked was also abruptly cut off due to this sudden change.
It can only be used based on the existing functions.
With that thought in mind, Sinestro's eyes darkened, and he immediately pushed the scanning power to its maximum peak.
The next second, a dense Green Spectrum shot straight down, forcibly dividing the entire plain into a grid composed of several signal streams.
After repeated Spectrum screening, he finally managed to spot a very faint trace.
Since there are traces left behind, they can be located.
Heading in the direction of the target location, Sinestro simply increased the speed again.
Before the Lantern Ring could cause any more unpredictable changes, it glided quietly eastward, skimming along the bottom of the clouds.
Like a shark lurking in the undercurrent, it cuts through the rolling clouds, inch by inch across the plains below.
Beneath the sky, darkness reigned like ink.
On the vast land, apart from a few faint beams of light flickering on the asphalt road, all that remained was desolation.
The ring's beeping grew more urgent, indicating that they were getting closer to the designated location.
Just then, a beam of light shot straight up from the ground.
A pale, cool blue, like the color of crystal, pierced the night sky, dispersing the thick, accumulated dark clouds.
Then, it hovered steadily in the void a mile directly in front of him, without veering off course.
Indigenous people on this third-type planet?
But why did he suddenly feel an immense threat and pressure...?
Sinestro's eyes darkened, his body stopped abruptly, and his five fingers slowly clenched.
Instinct brought his muscles to their limit.
Moreover, the opponent's flight was far too stable.
From rising from the ground to coming to a stop in mid-air, the entire trajectory showed no tremor or deviation whatsoever.
He's more like a seasoned veteran who's been immersed in flying for many years.
This is clearly not right.
Sinestro barely made it through the last few wisps of thin clouds.
The moonlight slanted behind him, casting a long, dark shadow over his slender figure.
The green light on the ring face rose again, spreading out a green light shield in the void, completely enveloping his body.
The turbulence high in the sky continued to toss and turn with the strong winds.
The figure floated gently in the night breeze.
From a distance, he was wearing an old jacket with a frayed collar and dark trousers.
His blond hair was blown slightly backward by the high wind, his hands were behind his back, and his posture was casual and relaxed.
It looks more like someone who came out of their house for a walk and to enjoy the scenery in the middle of the night.
Moreover, he wasn't standing on any light-flow shield to aid his flight, and his hands were completely empty.
She stood there barefoot, suspended in the night wind where the temperature was only a dozen degrees Celsius, staring straight at him.
At that moment, Sinestro's middle finger suddenly twitched.
The buzzing of the Lantern Ring, following the will of the entire connection, exploded into the mind, and then bombarded the retina in the form of nerve Pulse:
[WARNING: Target Spectrum scan failed]
[Energy reading: ∞]
[Waveform peak value: ∞]
[Overall Threat Assessment: Unclassifiable]
Within a single second, the Spectrum inside the ring performed a full sixty self-checks.
And every time the data is refreshed, it's all the same error message and garbled text.
But the biggest problem isn't there.
Because Sinestro discovered that the energy field surrounding the opponent's body did not exist in the legion database of Oa.
Unlike the deep blue that represents hope and the cyan that represents pity in the Emotional Spectrum, it is different from the deep blue that represents hope and the indigo that represents pity.
It is light-colored.
Moreover, there was neither any excess energy radiated outwards nor any waveform that could be captured.
That's fucking weird.
If it weren't for the Lantern Ring still frantically alarming...
Sinestro even thought it was some kind of optical phenomenon unique to this planet.