The missile bored into the ground.
Its radio link to the fighter jet was immediately met with strong interference from the blood-red mist and the layers of earth.
On the screen in the cockpit, the signal was jumping around erratically.
Flickering on and off.
But the wisp of Divine Thought that Han Feng had extended was like an invisible thread.
It pierced through the soil and interference, wrapping itself tightly around the missile.
Forcibly maintaining the most basic level of control.
Through the crude Spiritual Power detector on the missile's nose cone,
a massive biological silhouette, radiating a distorted heat, appeared in Han Feng's mental "vision."
The tunneler worm was tens of meters underground, digging a new tunnel at an astonishing speed.
'Running?'
Han Feng's mind stirred.
The missile, which had been hurtling wildly through the tunnel, seemed to come alive.
It nimbly navigated several sharp turns, precisely locking onto the worm's massive tail.
BOOM—!
