Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

The Xuanling Group dispatched two groups of people. One group has already gone to Dianyi, and the other group, consisting of the people from the airplane, was sent to Biannan to clean up the remaining fraud gangs on the border of China.

A fraud ring? It certainly doesn't sound like it has anything to do with the Xuanling Group.

Their primary purpose is to assist the police in carrying out their mission.

Because in the south, there also appeared sorcerers from other countries, including some who had betrayed their country.

The internal struggles among mystical practitioners are severe. In China, the situation is relatively fairer, but many still succumb to the temptations of foreign countries and end up working for other nations.

In recent years, the abilities of Chinese metaphysical practitioners have stagnated. The older generation, who were capable of commanding respect, have retired to the background, and there are very few newcomers with any real skill.

Abroad, however, there are more and more people with outstanding abilities.

Many of the paranormal cases handled involved foreign esoteric practitioners, leaving China in a largely suppressed position.

This has led to an increasing number of foreign provocations against China.

This has angered many practitioners of metaphysics in China, yet they feel helpless.

"They're all a bunch of useless trash, yet they dare to come and arrest us."

The head of the South Korean fraud gang was in an extremely luxurious office with a huge screen displaying a moving red dot.

That's the plane's trajectory.

Standing next to him was a person dressed in a black robe, whose gender was indistinguishable, but whose figure was somewhere in between.

The man in the black robe spoke in a rough, deep voice, clearly using a voice changer.

"The remaining balance should be settled now."

"They're not dead yet, are they? Once the news comes out, I'll settle the remaining balance for you." The fraud ringleader pulled up a chair abruptly, his body sinking as he plopped down, the glittering gold jewelry around his neck jingling.

It seems they don't want to give it.

He rubbed the gold ring on his thumb, his facial muscles twitching, his words both overt and covert, all of which were a form of cheating.

The man in black robes turned around to face him, his face completely black except for two sinister eyes. "So you don't want to give it to me?"

Even the voice changer could detect the coldness in his tone.

The fraud ringleader's scalp tingled, and his arrogant and smug expression vanished. "N-no, I was just thinking of finishing this up before giving it to you."

While he was trying to calm the man in black, his hands didn't stop moving and decisively pressed the alarm.

A large group of people rushed in from outside.

When there were many people around, the scam ringleader's expression became smug again. "Pah! I said I'd give it to you after they died, but you didn't know what was good for you. Well, I'll teach you a lesson."

The fraud ringleader got a little cocky, thinking that the men in black robes, having expended so much effort, were no match for them.

He was so arrogant because he had the numbers that he almost got carried away.

The next second, the fraud ringleader felt an invisible sense of suffocation.

A short while later, he fell straight down, blood filling his eyes and nose.

"I am now your leader. Does anyone have any objections?"

No one knows how he killed the leader. Some people even tried to sneak up on him, but they were all doomed before he could even make a move.

Making an example of someone is often the most effective way to subdue these shameless villains.

The leader's second-in-command, aware of the black-robed man's mysterious nature, dared not object and was the first to submit.

With him taking the lead, the others tacitly accepted it all.

The seat that was just a moment ago occupied by the fraud ringleader is now the seat of the man in the black robe.

He stared at the red dot, sensing the flow of air.

They made their move again.

His original plan was to kill these people, so the minor accident didn't affect anything.

......

The plane left irregular trails in the air.

The impact of the strong current has already caused some damage to the wings.

The captain held firm to the last line of defense, and no one expected that the plane, which was about to land, would encounter an unexpected strong turbulence.

The passengers went from panic and fear to numbness and despair.

They could barely make a sound; the place was ravaged.

Veins bulged on Jiang Huaiyu's forehead as he tried to zoom out and find the source of that power.

The only thing visible was the surging of strong air currents outside the plane.

The others, still relying on their spiritual power, stumbled and finally found the two of them.

"vomit--"

One of them vomited.

The sour and disgusting vomit was thrown onto the floor inside the cabin, and the smell quickly spread throughout the space.

One after another, people started vomiting.

"Captain Jiang, Captain Xia, what should we do?"

The group was in poor condition, but still held a glimmer of hope.

This stemmed from their trust in their captain, but they also understood that humans were powerless against natural disasters, and while they, as sorcerers, might have a sliver of hope, it was insignificant.

Jiang Huaiyu had blocked out all other senses and was concentrating on finding the mystic who was controlling the airflow, so he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Xia Min spoke quickly, her voice trembling and halting.

“This is being controlled by someone. Captain Jiang is looking for a nearby sorcerer. Does anyone here have the ability to control airflow?”

The group all looked shocked, wondering what they were thinking.

Someone wanted to kill everyone on the plane.

Xia Min looked at her subordinates with disappointment and frustration, "You all find a place to sit down."

He turned to the other sorcerers again and asked them. Some of them were sent by the organization to carry out missions with them.

"Do you have?"

"I can control the wind, but I can only fan a small part, not drive the whole plane."

A girl stammered an answer amidst the noise.

"Let's try it first." Xia Min's face lit up with joy. Although it was only a small piece, it was better than nothing.

Seeing that there was still hope of survival, the group quickly took out all the jade pendants and stones they had on them and gave them to her.

"These are all for you. Good luck."

The girl suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Focus your energy and start operating the wind.

The first time, it worked; the plane stabilized for thirty seconds.

The girl's face had turned deathly pale, and she was covered in cold sweat.

After sensing a resistance, the man in black casually slapped his hand and continued to concentrate on sweeping the plane.

He is very strong, strong enough to control the aircraft using airflow, but also very weak, unable to destroy the aircraft in a single strike against natural technology.

It can only gradually affect the aircraft and speed up the process of it malfunctioning.

Jiang Huaiyu was found; it was a man in black robes, whose features he couldn't make out.

The original plan was that even if I couldn't return alive, I could still pinpoint the target and know what the opponent looked like, so that I could find the right opportunity to send the information back to the organization.

As a result, the person was very vigilant, and his appearance could not be seen at all.

"Spying? I can do that too!" The man in black robes noticed the spying and spoke into the void, as if he were speaking to Jiang Huaiyu, his words full of provocation.

Jiang Huaiyu seemed to be jolted awake, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Gasping for air.

That person...

Dual abilities?

"What's wrong?" Someone who was concerned about Jiang Huaiyu's condition came over.

The flight attendants were already struggling to survive themselves, so they had no time to manage the others and could only desperately cling to whatever they could get their hands on.

"Dual abilities, dual abilities..." Jiang Huaiyu was still in a daze, muttering to himself.

They could clearly feel the plane tilting, falling in clusters as if weightless.

There's no time left.

At this moment, while everyone was panicking and running for their lives, Jing Li was making a scene.