CHAPTER 864: CHAPTER 519: MASSACRE (PART 2)

Due to the border between the Bengali Federation and the West Myan Province of the Asia-Pacific Community, civil economic exchanges have flourished, and after years of contact, propaganda, and influence permeating all aspects, this country has long been a place where people’s hearts yearn, waiting for the royal army.

"Flood" Mostaque Rahman had already been turned and secretly defected for many years.

One of the three Heavenly Kings of the South Asia Alliance did not go to Yihanstan to attend the honors ceremony today, staying behind to guard the Star Gate, which was also intentionally arranged.

However, the progress of the Indi Kingdom has been the slowest.

But the leader sent himself here to solve the problem.

Wang Yinlong is at the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

He has taken control of the Prime Minister’s Mansion and most of the ruling cabinet, but there are still ministers fiercely resisting.

However, the biggest problem is that the Prime Minister of the Indi Kingdom is missing.

In New Balat City, the crowd is surging toward the Brahma King Palace from all directions, with great momentum. The Mutant guards in charge of security, riot troops, and the religious guards of the Brahma King are all deployed.

Outside the city, in the military camp already controlled by Xing Lie, some soldiers are also restless.

"Someone is secretly instigating."

Ji Xinghuo immediately judged that the one manipulating all of this from behind must be the missing Prime Minister Fahlu Singh.

At this moment, dozens of black dots flew in from afar.

Ji Xinghuo locked his gaze; they were shells, rockets, and small missiles, launched from various places in New Balat City, and this was just the first wave; there were more hot weapons conducting saturation attacks on him.

Gunfire erupted.

Outside the Brahma King Palace, several machine guns were set up, spewing tongues of fire, and countless bullets too fast for the naked eye formed a metal storm shooting toward the sky.

Simultaneously, many Mutants in the crowd leaped forward, shouting revenge for the Brahma King.

Ji Xinghuo raised his hand in front of him, palm open.

A Sixth Level Twisted Magnetic Field enveloped a hundred-meter radius, he deliberately shrank the range to increase the field’s intensity.

In an instant, over a hundred shells, rockets, and small missiles, along with countless bullets, froze in the Twisted Magnetic Field, as if grabbed by invisible hands, becoming visible to the naked eye, yet unable to advance further.

All firepower halted midair, an eternity from Ji Xinghuo.

Those Mutants leaping from the crowd also seemed like insects frozen in amber, stuck suspended in the air, unable to move.

Electromagnetic Pulse!

Ji Xinghuo first unleashed an Electromagnetic Pulse to destroy the surrounding electronic devices, preventing what he was about to do from being recorded.

Then he made a grasping motion with his hand.

Immediately, hundreds of shells around him turned back the way they came, only faster, disappearing from people’s sight in an instant, followed by explosions from various parts of New Balat.

Those who set up machine guns were riddled by their own returned bullets, the machine guns destroyed along with them.

Bang, bang, bang...

Mutants frozen midair exploded consecutively into blood mist.

Ji Xinghuo eliminated the hot weapon attack. His mind stirred, and spiritual energy expanded the Twisted Magnetic Field to a three-kilometer radius, covering all districts outside the Brahma King Palace.

In the crowd, more Mutants attempted to assault.

But before they could act, Ji Xinghuo extracted them, like being lifted by an invisible hand above people’s heads, then burst into a blood splash, scattering various innards, flesh, hair, and bodily tissues over people’s bodies.

In just over ten seconds, more than three thousand people were killed, the streets outside the Brahma King Palace stained red with blood.

"Ahhh..."

The crowd was initially stunned, then collapsed.

Tens of thousands fled frantically, causing a stampede due to the density, with countless trampled underfoot, falling into asphyxiation and unconsciousness.

The enemy’s first counterattack was immediately dismantled by Ji Xinghuo.

He ignored the crowd on the ground and continued his search.

Electromagnetic Induction scanned the entire New Balat, the Macro Heavenly Eye also swept around; finding one person in a city of over fifty million was like finding a needle in a haystack, even for the Shepherd Star Saint.

But for Ji Xinghuo, it wasn’t difficult.

His brain entered extreme overclocking, his mind highly focused.

Countless electromagnetic waves appeared in his vision, chaotic like snowflakes on a television screen, but soon, some with distinct patterns stood out, their frequencies and wavelengths very stable.

These were electromagnetic wave signals, including radar bands, radio waves, television signals, and wireless networks.

Their frequencies spanned from low to high, growing exponentially.

Different frequencies and bands corresponded to different signal technologies.

Ji Xinghuo temporarily couldn’t directly receive radio wave signals and modulate the contained information, and his brain couldn’t process such colossal computation, but he could discern the source and direction of signal transmission and track them.

He locked onto a person over two kilometers away, despite the disguise, it was clear they were one of the enemy’s commanders.

This person maintained real-time contact with higher-level individuals behind the scenes using a phone.

Ji Xinghuo stared at the other.

Macro Heavenly Eye penetrated the wall hiding the person, locking onto the phone’s wireless signal received by a nearby base station, sending that unique frequency signal to a low-orbit satellite, then returning to the ground.

Ji Xinghuo looked up at the satellite, his gaze following the wireless signal’s transmission direction, back to New Balat.

A base station over thirty kilometers away forwarded the signal onwards.

Eventually, a terminal received it.