Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Long's will finally softened, and she acquiesced to Xu Hao's request.

The next moment, the space in front of Xu Hao distorted slightly, like ripples on the surface of water. Then, dozens of dazzling white lights suddenly appeared. After the light dissipated, Lin Ya, Shi Shaowei, and several other team members who were trapped together appeared on the open ground in a slightly disheveled state.

Their eyes still held a hint of confusion and wariness, and their bodies were covered in the dust and chill of the unknown space.

"Xu Hao!" Lin Ya was the first to react. When she saw Xu Hao standing there unharmed, her eyes instantly welled up with tears of joy mixed with lingering fear. She almost stumbled over and rushed over to hug him tightly, her body trembling slightly from excitement and lingering fear.

She buried her face in Xu Hao's chest, as if trying to confirm that it was all real.

Xu Hao hugged her back, feeling her body trembling. His heart warmed, but then felt heavy again.

He gently patted Lin Ya on the back, while signaling with his eyes for the others to remain quiet and not to reveal any hostility or excessive emotion.

He raised his head, looked at the giant eye floating in the air, cleared his slightly dry throat, and said in a tone that was as calm and formal as possible: "This is the representative of the Fama civilization, Mr. Oboro."

He paused deliberately, as if considering his options.

"Next, we will discuss the specific details of future cooperation between our two civilizations. To facilitate communication, Mr. Oboro has agreed to send you back to Earth first. Once you return, stabilize the situation and await our good news."

As he spoke, Xu Hao subtly tightened his grip on Lin Ya's arm, his fingertips rhythmically and gently pinching her lower back.

Lin Ya froze, immediately understanding Xu Hao's meaning.

"The situation is complicated. Do as I say and don't act rashly."

Forcibly suppressing the myriad questions and worries in her heart, she slowly loosened her embrace, took a step back, but her eyes remained fixed on Xu Hao.

Long had no interest in these suddenly appearing "ants" and didn't even bother to linger his gaze for a second longer.

Its consciousness was solely focused on eliminating these uncertainties from this core area as quickly as possible.

As its thoughts shifted, a circular entrance emitting a soft, stable white light appeared out of thin air in the void before everyone. It was almost exactly the same size as the one Xu Hao had found in the Unknown Dark Palace. The light flowed around its edges, and the interior was pure white, seemingly capable of washing away all colors.

"Let's go." Xu Hao's voice carried an unquestionable command as his gaze swept over each team member. "Return immediately. That's an order!"

Although everyone was filled with doubt and reluctance, especially the sisters from Liyuefang, Mu Qing frowned as if she wanted to say something, but under Xu Hao's firm attitude and gaze, they ultimately chose to obey.

The prestige of Director Xu and Chairman Xu played a decisive role at this moment.

They exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy, and walked one by one toward the wormhole that emitted a soft white light.

Xu Hao stood still, his gaze fixed on each figure that passed through the wormhole.

The other end of the wormhole wasn't completely blurry. He could vaguely see that, amidst the flashes of light, they were standing on what appeared to be scorched and dilapidated ground, with ruins and a somewhat familiar city silhouette in the distance—the aftermath of Miami's catastrophe.

Only when the last team member disappeared into the white light, confirming that they had indeed returned to Earth, did Xu Hao's tense nerves finally relax a little, and the heart that had been secretly on edge finally settled back into his chest.

He took a deep breath almost imperceptibly and exhaled slowly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Alright, it's our turn now!!!

……

Inside the Combat Control Center (CIC) of the Henan aircraft carrier, the piercing alarms had long since ceased, but the tension and anguish that permeated the air had not yet completely dissipated.

The tangible mental shockwave that had just swept across left the CIC filled with people lying in disarray and the pervasive smell of blood.

Some ordinary soldiers and technicians with weaker wills remained unconscious, slumped at their posts or on the floor, their faces as pale as paper.

A few soldiers with stronger physiques or who were professionals or had special abilities were the first to struggle and regain consciousness.

They clutched their throbbing heads, staggered to their feet, their vision blurring, and the cold, brutal echoes of that thought still seemed to linger in their ears, like a demonic chant filling their brains, sending chills down their spines.

The captain took a deep breath of the rusty air and coughed violently a few times before he could barely suppress the metallic taste in his throat.

He rubbed his throbbing temples as his vision gradually cleared.

In that instant, he felt as if his soul was being torn apart by that terrifying will. Even though the impact had passed, a stabbing pain and a primal fear lingered deep within his mind. He shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate, and looked around at the chaotic CIC, immediately realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Medics! Quickly! Check the condition of all unconscious personnel!" The captain issued the first order in a hoarse voice. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, instantly giving the soldiers who had just regained consciousness and were still somewhat dazed a sense of security.

"Communications! Check all departmental communication lines! Report on damage control status!"

"Intelligence team! Immediately assess the range and intensity of the mental shock we just experienced! We need to know the enemy's next move!"

Orders were issued one by one, and order was restored within the CIC, albeit amidst chaos and pain. Soldiers, suppressing their discomfort, began treating the wounded, checking equipment, and reporting the situation. Footsteps, whispers, and the buzzing of instruments mingled together once more.

Just then, a soldier in charge of optical and drone reconnaissance positions walked over quickly, his face pale but his eyes unusually bright. He was clutching a tactical tablet terminal tightly in his hand, and his arm was trembling slightly with excitement.

"Captain! Look at this!" He practically shoved the terminal in front of the captain, his voice urgent and incredulous. "Just now... shortly after the psychic shock ended, our high-altitude reconnaissance drone captured unusual footage over downtown Miami!"

The captain frowned as he took the terminal, his gaze falling on the screen.

The footage is somewhat shaky, shot from a high-altitude perspective. In a street in downtown Miami, devastated and reduced to ruins, a soft white light suddenly flashes across the previously deserted ground. After the light fades, dozens of figures appear out of thin air!

The camera zooms in, and although somewhat blurry, the people are clearly visible, dressed in various ways, both men and women, all looking disheveled and covered in dust, as if they have just endured a ordeal. They look around blankly, seemingly confused by their sudden appearance there.

The captain's pupils constricted sharply! As the fleet commander, he had access to a great deal of high-level classified information. The faces on the screen, especially the leaders, were familiar to him!

Those were members of a top-tier professional team secretly dispatched by the Dragon Kingdom to Miami to carry out a special mission!

They disappeared inexplicably as soon as they landed.

How come they are here?