"General, that's a tactical hand signal. It means 'all clear'."
Han Feng spouted nonsense with a straight face.
"Cut the crap."
Li Tiecheng laughed heartily. "Alright, spill it. What was that all about?
I don't believe current Spiritual Energy Engines are capable of that."
All eyes in the room focused on Han Feng.
Especially Councilor Wang, whose gaze was so intense it could have burned a hole right through him.
"This can't be mass-produced!"
Councilor Wang suddenly shrieked, as if grasping at his last straw:
"That maneuver just now must have used some kind of forbidden technology, or it was a one-off burst of power!
The cost must be astronomical!"
He pointed at a line of red text on the screen. "Look at this!
In just ten minutes, it consumed the energy of three Tier Three Upper Grade Spirit Stones!
This isn't flying a jet, it's burning money!"
Han Feng found a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and even poured himself a glass of water.
