2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When the old man in the wheelchair raised his right hand, an illusion appeared in the minds of all the teachers and students.

The sky seemed to be filled with a large bowl of hot water and less transparent sesame paste. It became sticky and thick and could not be stirred with a spoon. However, when they looked intently, there was nothing there, and everything looked the same as usual.

On the roof of the burning teaching building, a few wisps of black smoke were still slowly rising. After reaching a height of nearly a hundred meters in the air, it suddenly seemed as if it had hit an invisible ceiling, and the black smoke actually spread flatly in all directions.

The old man just raised a hand, and his mind power surged out like a sea wave, turning the entire sky in the inner courtyard into a solid solid in just a few seconds!

At this moment, all the students and teachers felt calm in their hearts. They felt that with Dean Zhuge here, there was nothing to be afraid of even if the sky fell.

"Come on, hurry up, didn't you hear what the dean said? Everyone evacuate here in an orderly manner, hurry up." Teacher Owl began to direct the order.

The students were quite obedient and started walking down the mountain one by one. But he was not very fast. He turned around every step of the way, for fear of missing the big scene of Dean carrying the meteorite.

"But what about the 'blasphemers'?" Some students raised their concerns.

"With the dean here, what kind of trouble can he stir up?" Immediately, a student came out to reassure him: "Do you understand the value of the world's most powerful psychic power user? I guess as soon as that guy shows up, he will be charged. I can’t even move.”

"I think this brother is right." Someone next to him agreed.

Amidst the commotion, most of the students finally evacuated from the vicinity of the teaching building. But when the teachers tried to drive them away, most of them gave up.

"We are here to support Grandpa Dean as soon as possible."

"That's right, that blasphemer is still somewhere."

The teachers had no choice but to stay around and persuade those students who were weak in self-preservation to stay back a little.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the meteorite finally collided with the solid space.

There was no sound, no explosion, no scattered smoke and wind.

The huge burning fireball just paused suddenly, and then its speed suddenly slowed down, as if it had fallen into an invisible swamp.

Five hundred meters... three hundred meters... two hundred meters... The meteorite is getting closer and closer to the old man, but its falling speed is getting slower and slower.

The old man's thin arms seemed to hold up the entire sky.

Before seeing this scene with their own eyes, almost no one would believe that even natural disasters can be stopped by personal will.

However, everyone's joyful mood did not last long. Two blood-red shadows suddenly appeared in the clouds in the distance, flying towards the old man in a wheelchair in mid-air at an extremely fast speed.

"That seems to be...a missile? Why is it red..." murmured a student whose eyes turned completely black.

Some students couldn't sit still immediately: "Damn it, the blasphemer actually took advantage of this moment to attack!"

With a roar, he pushed away the teacher and ran up the mountain, followed quickly by several young and energetic figures behind him.

However, the few people stopped before they could run very far, because an invisible wall seemed to appear in front of them, and no matter how they fumbled or bumped, they could not move forward even half a step. Even the students flying in mid-air are the same, constantly beating the air in front of them, as if there is a piece of glass there.

"Is Dean Zhuge stopping us?" Some students suddenly woke up and looked up at the figure on the top of the teaching building in the distance.

The old man turned his back to them, still raising his right hand, but the left hand with the red sandalwood bracelet hanging in the tiger's mouth waved slightly.

"Until now, the dean is still worried about our safety." A girl choked with sobs.

"Don't go any further. What we do will only distract the dean." A boy grabbed his companion.

Everyone raised their heads, clenched their fists, and looked at the sky in the distance.

The two red missiles failed to fly close to the old man and were detonated far away. The fire produced by the explosion seemed to be pinched by a pair of big hands. The flames and smoke did not escape, but were squeezed into a small spherical space.

Before the students and teachers could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a faint shadow of a dragon flying through the clouds in the distance. A dazzling silver-white light flashed through, and then a huge purple-black thunder shot out, as if it was tearing the entire sky into pieces. two.

And the end of the crack pointed directly at the old man holding the sky with one hand.

At this moment, almost everyone's thoughts stopped.

In Chenjing Academy, regardless of whether it is an outer academy or an inner academy, combat subjects or non-combat subjects, xenology is the first-choice compulsory subject.

Almost all students have seen this scene in front of them on various real-shot or simulated videos with special effects during class.

[Henmark in the Sky].

The main reason why the king-level black-winged ghost is widely selected as the most troublesome existence among all king-level alien species is because it has the most powerful and terrifying single-click killing skills.

So far, nearly one-half of the S-class psychics killed in battle all over the world died due to this technique.

Here...why are there king-level black-winged ghosts?

When this idea emerged from the minds of everyone present, the dark crack had already reached about a hundred meters in front of the old man.

However, as far as Guang is concerned, a hundred meters only takes an instant.

The dark crack swallowed up the old man, and the burning meteorite in mid-air seemed to lose all restraints and fell down.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be shaking, and the huge force caused the surrounding land and buildings to instantly collapse and turn into piles of rubble and dust. The energy and shock wave turned into a violent torrent, seeming to swallow up everything around it.

The students and teachers present could hardly breathe or speak, and could only watch all this in horror. They have never seen such a scene, and have never felt such a shock. This is a kind of anger and power coming from nature, which makes people feel extremely fearful and awe-inspiring.

...

Even though the impact of the meteorite's fall has been reduced by half by Zhuge Xiangming, the damage it caused was still huge.

A huge pit with a diameter of 100 meters appeared on the top of the mountain. There was not even the slightest remains of human creations in the pit, only dots of fire and charred soil.

The main teaching building, the landmark building of the inner courtyard, which has trained nearly a thousand top talents in China since its construction, has been completely reduced to ashes.

Along with this, there is also the person who has served as the dean of Chenjing Academy since its founding. He is regarded as a spiritual pillar by all teachers and students. Since his debut and fame, he has been the undisputed "world's number one" telekinesis system. The capable one, Zhuge Xiangming...

"Wait, is that the dean?" A girl wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, somewhat doubting that she had seen it wrong.

On the edge of the huge crater, there was a piece of road surface that was almost intact, as if it had not been affected at all by the disaster of the meteorite falling.

In that intact area, the old man in a wheelchair leaned his head on the back of the chair, his eyes closed tightly, and the red sandalwood beads fell to his feet, stained with a little dust.