The thirty minutes were up. Guye Ridge lay just ahead. Yu Fei gradually slowed his pace, found a sunny sand dune at the foot of the ridge, and silently activated his Illusory Sword Intent to hide himself.

The recovery granted by his Pure Yang True Body offset the Qi Blood consumed by keeping his Sword Intent continuously active. Yu Fei had his own plans.

A piercing roar echoed from the sky. Yu Fei spotted sixteen peregrine falcon-like fighter jets streak past, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"

That speed was definitely faster than sound; they practically sliced a black line across the low sky.

Yu Fei was shocked. ’Weren’t heavy weapons forbidden? So why are there supersonic jets here? They’re not going to bomb us with missiles, are they?!’

He’d never heard any mention of missiles in this world and didn’t know if they existed, but he had now seen supersonic jets with his own eyes.

The few people rapidly advancing on Guye Ridge heard the roar from behind them and immediately tensed. With their abilities, if they went all out, they could sprint these three hundred kilometers in less than an hour. But jets...

"Let’s work together! I’m Luo Mengfei!"

A crisp female voice suddenly rang in the minds of the five people who were speeding along.

"Damn it! What kind of foul thing dares get inside my head? I’ll kill you!" Zhuge Zhigang suddenly swung his staff about wildly, warily scanning his surroundings as he ran.

Ren Feng’s surprised voice rang out in their minds. "A mental network? This is incredible!"

He wasn’t some ignorant commoner when it came to the martial path. His father was a Martial Saint and his mother was a Grandmaster; his family’s martial heritage was profound, which was precisely why he was so stunned.

In the world of modern martial arts, a Martial Artist who understood mental networks was an absolute hot commodity that every faction vied for—far more sought after than a Divine Intent Martial Artist.

"A mental network? What’s that?" Zhuge Zhigang’s gruff voice echoed in the link.

He wasn’t the only one who was confused; others were just as puzzled.

Ren Feng quickly explained, "Think of it as a localized, encrypted chat group, powered by a martial Divine Power. Let’s all introduce ourselves. I’m Ren Feng!"

"Li Jueyin!"

"Zhang Xunyi."

"Zhuge Zhigang."

"Gaoshou!"

A final, shy voice chimed in.

Zhuge Zhigang’s hearty voice replied in the mental network, "No need to be so formal, we’re all experts here!"

The shy voice replied helplessly, "I mean, my name *is* Gaoshou. Family name Gao, given name Shou!"

"..."

"Enough idle talk. I’ll be brief."

Luo Mengfei’s crisp, decisive voice cut through the mental network.

"At our current speed, we’ll likely reach Cyan Creek Valley at the same time as the jets. My plan is for the six of us to form a team and charge the enemy line. We’ll attack directly before they can get into formation. If anyone falls behind, they’ll voluntarily cover our rear. Are you in or out? Swear on your honor!"

They were all possessors of the silver-level talent Yu Fei had observed that day, with the sole exception of Zhang Xunyi.

"I’m in! I’ll be the first to charge!" Zhuge Zhigang was the first to respond.

Li Jueyin: "I’ll take the left flank."

Gaoshou: "Then I’ll take the right flank!"

Luo Mengfei: "I’ll take the center to handle reconnaissance and strategy. I’ll also be using a Qi Concealment Skill, so I’ll need protection!"

Ren Feng: "I’ll take the center-rear and protect you!"

Zhang Xunyi froze. ’I was just trying to figure out how to look cool,’ he thought, ’and in the blink of an eye, all the positions are taken?’

"So... I’ll cover the rear?"

"Good! Everyone, adjust your formation and move toward my position!"

The moment Luo Mengfei gave the order, the group quickly closed ranks, with a bewildered Zhang Xunyi bringing up the rear.

The martial talent of this group was among the most outstanding of their class. Their individual comprehension was far beyond that of ordinary people, allowing them to grasp the situation almost instantly. Though they had never met before, their first attempt at teamwork was perfectly in sync.