Chapter 464 - 304: Spiritual Vision Breaks the Illusion! Han Feng Confronts the Source of the Pollution

"It... It’s the X-01 Prototype!"

"Instructor Han! Instructor Han is back!"

The members of the Ghost Squad were the first to recognize the fighter jet, and their faces instantly lit up with wild joy and excitement.

Watched by hundreds, the X-01 Prototype descended vertically without a single engine roar, as silent as a ghost.

It landed steadily in the open space before the Command Tower, not even stirring a single speck of dust.

This perfect mastery of such immense kinetic energy sent a shiver through the very souls of every Enlightenment Realm Martial Artist present.

"CLICK."

The cockpit canopy slowly opened.

Han Feng’s figure came into view.

He stepped out of the cockpit. Instead of jumping, he simply let himself fall from the jet’s frame, several meters off the ground.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, the air around him suddenly shimmered into view, forming spiraling vortexes that gently cushioned his descent.

He floated down, his feet hovering half a foot above the ground, and landed without a sound.

This display of Riding the Wind made the onlookers’ hearts pound in their chests once more.

"Special Envoy Han!"

Liu Zhen and Wang Qiang came scrambling out of the Command Tower and rushed up to Han Feng.

They snapped to attention and gave a standard military salute, their eyes filled with reverence and hope.

"Instructor Han!"

The two Ghost pilots who had narrowly escaped, along with the other squad members at the port, quickly gathered around. They all saluted in unison, their eyes burning with fanaticism.

In their hearts, this young instructor was no longer a Mortal, but an omnipotent God.

"Captain Zhao Tianlan..." A squad member started to speak, his eyes welling with tears before he could finish.

Han Feng raised a hand, signaling for them to be quiet.

His calm gaze swept over the crowd, and his tone was nonchalant yet carried an unquestionable authority:

"I’ve already gotten the gist of the situation from General Li.

Now, tell me everything you saw, heard, and felt at Broken Star Reef from the very beginning. Don’t leave out a single detail."

"Yes, sir!"

Not daring to delay, the two pilots immediately recounted the bizarre sights they had witnessed during their reconnaissance mission.

They gave a detailed report, including the motionless Titan Battle Armor and the strange song that seemed to invade one’s very mind.

Han Feng listened quietly, his brow slightly raised.

’A song? Spiritual Contamination?’

This reminded him of the Void Sea Demon he encountered outside Dragon’s Fang Port, and that fellow from the Child of the Mist who called himself "Holy Envoy."

’It seems the mysteries of this Dragon Abyss Mist Sea run far deeper than I thought.’

"Instructor Han, we’re begging you, you have to save the Captain!"

"Yeah, Instructor, the Captain must still be alive!"

The squad members pleaded again.

Han Feng nodded. "Don’t worry. As long as he’s alive, I’ll bring him back."

His words were simple, yet they instantly put all the squad members’ minds at ease.

Having clarified all the details, Han Feng wasted no more time.

Under the crowd’s expectant gaze, Han Feng turned and walked away from the tower.

He didn’t return to the fighter jet, but walked straight towards the open tarmac.

"Special Envoy Han, what are you...?" Liu Zhen asked, confused.

Han Feng didn’t answer. He simply stopped about a hundred meters away from the crowd.

The next moment, to everyone’s utter astonishment, he shot straight up from the ground without any warning, rising into mid-air.

A suit of sleek, dark-silver, full-body Armor materialized out of thin air around him.

Like living liquid metal, plates of armor automatically wrapped themselves around Han Feng’s body.

From the breastplate and gauntlets to the combat boots and helmet, in the blink of an eye, Han Feng was completely encased in the Spirit Armor, a perfect fusion of science fiction and brutal aesthetics.

The moment the faceplate sealed shut, two eerie blue lights flashed within it and then vanished.

"Wh... What kind of gear is that?!" Wang Qiang stared, dumbfounded.

Liu Zhen was even more stunned, rendered utterly speechless.

He could sense that, after donning the Armor, Han Feng’s entire aura had changed.

It was as if he were sealed off from the very Space around him.

Han Feng ignored the crowd’s shock.

He flexed his limbs slightly, savoring the feeling of the Spirit Armor fitting him perfectly as the Sword Aura inside him began to surge into the armor’s "Spiritual Energy Meridians."

"HUMMM..."

Intricate, dark-gold lines flowed across the Armor’s surface, and an immense sense of power began to radiate from it.

Then, he activated his [Sword Control Technique]!

This time, he wasn’t controlling a Flying Sword or a fighter jet. He was controlling himself, clad in armor!

Empowered by his [Divine Power Module], which had temporarily boosted his [Sword Control Technique] to the Great Success Level, Han Feng treated himself as a single, Human-shaped Flying Sword.

"I’m off."

He left them with that single, quiet phrase. Then, his entire body transformed into a silent phantom, leaving behind an expanding ring of white vapor where he had been.

No sonic boom, no roar.

In a manner that defied the laws of physics, he instantly broke the sound barrier, vanishing over the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was a crowd of people, frozen in place as if struck by a Body Fixation Technique, their faces completely slack with astonishment.

"What the hell... what level of Cultivation is that?"

A Mercenary Corps Leader couldn’t help but curse aloud. "I’ve seen a Divine Containment Realm Grandmaster use Sky-controlling Flight, but it was nothing as terrifying as this!"

"He didn’t even use a Flying Device... Is he even human?"

As for the members of the Ghost Squad, their blood boiled with excitement as they watched, their worship of Han Feng reaching its zenith.

"The Instructor... is a God!"

Liu Zhen took a deep breath, the shock in his heart taking a long time to subside.

He had been worried about Han Feng’s safety, but now it seemed his concerns were completely unnecessary.

’With such divine and unpredictable power, can that ghostly thing under Broken Star Reef really stop him?’