Before Linglong could remind them, the other disciples of the Lingxiao Sect on the deck had already sensed the anomaly and looked down.
In the dark night, the void below was dim and difficult to see. A man took a yellow talisman from his arms and threw it downward.
The yellow talisman floated down like a leaf in space. After a moment, the man pinched a spell and softly shouted, "Break!"
The yellow talisman, still drifting away, suddenly exploded. In an instant, the night turned into day, lasting for a full four or five seconds.
From the perspective of everyone on the spacecraft, the entire Earth was illuminated, and the dark void between them and Earth was clearly visible.
"That’s right, it seems this is a technological civilization, so there’s not much to worry about."
"We just don’t know how advanced this technological civilization has developed and how powerful the weapons these aircraft carry are."
Linglong said, "We mustn’t be careless; let’s test the power of these weapons first."
"Right, don’t let all these aircraft get too close, just in case," another person agreed.
One person asked, "Should we activate the Domain Array?"
"No need." Linglong immediately shook her head. "The Domain Array can only be activated once in total; it’s used for critical moments to save lives and can’t be wasted here."
"Use the Flying Sword Talisman."
As they talked, the man who had previously thrown out the yellow talisman took a large stack of yellow talismans from his arms, selected one with a depiction of a small sword on it, pinched a spell, silently recited a few mnemonics, and said, "Go!"
The yellow paper talisman immediately flew out of his palm, and within just a few tens of meters, it suddenly exploded with a hum, transforming into a giant sword three meters long, flying downward at an amazing speed.
At first, this giant sword had no target, but then the man who threw the talismanic sword pinched a Sword technique, gazed at the massive Flying Sword, and pointed distantly to an area below.
There, a fighter jet was taking off.
The Flying Sword attacked that fighter jet to see what kind of weaponry the opponent’s aircraft would retaliate with, so they could gauge the technological level of this star civilization.
In a fighter jet, Divine Continent pilot Zhang Chao heard the alarm, with radar detectors and camera equipment feeding him information of impending danger.
He immediately sent the information back to the command center, requesting instructions.
After takeoff, their orders were to investigate the spacecraft, but they hadn’t received any attack orders.
The only attack order was against fighter jets from other countries.
Now the danger alert was from above, a response from an Alien Civilization. Zhang Chao didn’t dare to attack rashly, lest he provoke an unnecessary battle between two civilizations, becoming the first interstellar war criminal in Earth’s history.
"Divine Continent 1-5, clarify the source of the danger, please clarify the source of the danger."
Zhang Chao only heard the alarm blaring madly; as to what the source of the danger was, how could he know?
"Have yet to discover, have yet to discover, but the danger is getting closer."
"If the enemy initiates the attack first, they should be immediately counterattacked. Repeat, if the enemy attacks first, you may decisively counterattack."
"Copy, Divine Continent 1-5 acknowledged."
Receiving the approval to counterattack, Zhang Chao felt a sense of certainty.
As a soldier of the Divine Continent, he feared neither battle nor the humiliation of being hit without the power to fight back.
Based on the radar-detected danger location, Zhang Chao decisively adjusted his flight direction, heading toward the threat.
Both the fighter jet and the descending Flying Sword were moving at supersonic speeds, reaching extreme velocities.
Even so, with both rushing toward each other, it still took a full three minutes to get close.
Zhang Chao saw through the detection equipment a sword.
A sword, without anyone controlling it, descending from the sky, flying in the direction of his fighter jet.
On the ground, the command center’s monitor also saw the vague trace of the sword.
The sword in the image was large and long but still too small compared to the fighter jet.
However, this sword raced towards the fighter jet Zhang Chao piloted at an astonishing speed.
When the distance was less than a kilometer, Zhang Chao decisively fired a missile.
At the same time, he expertly timed the maneuver to adjust the fighter jet’s direction, performing a nimble barrel roll in the high sky, veering off his previous flight path.
The void howled as a missile precisely hit the giant Flying Sword.
A dazzling firelight shot into the sky.
The Flying Sword and missile collided in the void. Amid the loud explosion, the Flying Sword was largely melted by the intense heat, nearly losing its form.
High above, on the spaceship deck, the man who released the Flying Sword Talisman looked slightly changed, retreating a few steps and breaking into a light sweat.
Though the Flying Sword Talisman was of the Rune Tao, he had controlled the Flying Sword with his state of mind, so when it was destroyed, he suffered a minor backlash.
Fortunately, this backlash mostly burdened the talismanic sword, having little effect on the controller.
The people of the Lingxiao Sect looked slightly more serious.
The man controlling the Flying Sword Talisman lightly coughed, regaining his composure, and said, "This Flying Sword Talisman is crafted by me, yet it can be easily destroyed by the opponent’s weapon. It shows the technological civilization on this planet is not too weak; their weapons pose a certain threat to us."
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Though their expressions grew more intense, there was no sign of fear or regret.
Evidently, each had their own special methods, confident they could handle this level of technological weapons.
Linglong pondered for a moment and said, "Avoid engaging in combat with the natives of this planet; our purpose is to search for the Spirit Vein."
Immediately, someone raised an objection: "We are disciples of the Lingxiao Sect. How can we fear the mere natives of this weak planet? If word gets out, wouldn’t other Sects laugh at us?"
"Indeed, in the Lower Realm, we are as immortals, so how can we avoid them? In my opinion, let’s first take down their aircraft to give them a warning. If they dare resist, we’ll eradicate their nation."
The others nodded in agreement.
For the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect, they are people of the Cultivation Realm, decisive in enacting slaughter, following their hearts in all things.
Besides the Human Clan from the Central Great World, they don’t consider other new races encountered on different planets worthy of being peers and can easily be eradicated.
At that moment, a middle-aged man, appearing older than the others, stepped out of the cabin. Seeing him, everyone called out, "Senior Brother."
The man addressed as Senior Brother maintained a calm expression, gazed down below for a moment, sensed many aircraft approaching, and said blandly, "Destroy these aircraft and occupy a country as quickly as possible. Let them help us find the Spirit Vein. Before coming here, the elders instructed us to fight quickly and resolve swiftly."
Seeing the Senior Brother speak thus, Linglong, though with a trace of reluctance, didn’t retort.
The Cultivation World is : the strong are revered, while the weak are but ants.
"I’ll go play with them."
In an instant, several figures flew out from the spacecraft, each like a deity, soaring freely in the high skies.
It was as if Earth’s gravitational laws had no restraint on them whatsoever.