The airplane ascended slowly, soon leaving the land where they had battled and heading toward their own land.
"Instructor, I heard you got married?" a soldier asked aloud.
The soldiers all turned their gazes towards Lu Hanmo, waiting for his response.
Lu Hanmo slightly curved his lips into a smile and nodded his head. He would soon be able to see Shushu.
Seeing the hint of a smile on Lu Hanmo’s lips, everyone was surprised and their eyes widened. Their instructor, who never showed his emotions, had actually smiled. It seemed that he cared deeply about his wife.
"Instructor, your sister-in-law must be very beautiful, right?"
"Your sister-in-law must be a very outstanding woman, right?"
"Instructor, you must really like your sister-in-law, right?"
"I heard sister-in-law is a doctor; she even saved Sergeant Li when he was injured."
The soldiers asked one after another. Some of them had seen Luo Shu before, but since they were usually training when Luo Shu visited the training camp, they had not gotten a clear look at her.
Lu Hanmo smiled and nodded, "She is outstanding!" Shushu was truly one of a kind in this world. Without her, he wouldn’t have been able to resolve this incident so smoothly.
Suddenly, the plane shook and began to tremble violently, as if it might crash at any moment. Fortunately, the plane was full of battle-hardened soldiers, who would have otherwise screamed in panic.
Lu Hanmo quickly released his Divine Sense, scanning the outside, and noticed a blanket of dark clouds, as if it was about to rain at any moment.
However, he soon detected something unusual—a powerful force was pulling their airplane towards a golden halo in the sky.
The place where the airplane was currently located was likely the legendary Devil’s Sea Triangle.
Hundreds of ships and airplanes have met with accidents here, and thousands of lives have been lost.
Regarding the supernatural phenomenon that occurred here, there were various theories: some said it was because of hidden reefs, others thought it might be due to gales or tornadoes, sea vortexes, and even theories of black holes, spacetime warps, or lunar gravitation.
Information about the Devil’s Sea Triangle flashed through Lu Hanmo’s mind, and although he didn’t know the exact nature of the pulling force outside, he had only one choice—to use his Divine Sense to help the airplane escape this dangerous area. Otherwise, regardless of whether they jumped into the sea or stayed on the plane, the lives of these soldiers could not be guaranteed.
Lu Hanmo used his Divine Sense time and again to contend with the powerful force, but it was so strong that his Divine Sense couldn’t compete with such a force of nature.
He threw out several Formation Flags to protect the entire plane. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to leave on his own, but he absolutely would not abandon his comrades. Now, all he could hope for was their safe passage through this crisis.
The airplane was spinning and rolling as it flew upwards, and the only thing Lu Hanmo could do was use his Divine Sense to forcefully hold onto his airplane to prevent it from being sucked into the golden light portal. He surmised that the light portal must have a time limit; if they could just withstand it, they would be safe.
"Instructor, let’s parachute!"
"Instructor, put on your gear quick, or it’ll be too late." The soldiers had already donned their parachuting gear and, seeing that Lu Hanmo hadn’t yet suited up, they anxiously yelled at him.
Right now, Lu Hanmo was struggling against that force and, as time passed, his Divine Sense began to weaken. He felt a tearing pain in his consciousness and hastily took several Elixirs. It was a critical moment; he could not afford a moment of relaxation, otherwise, he didn’t know what they would face.
He had to return; he couldn’t let Shushu grieve over him. He must do everything in his power to keep both himself and the soldiers alive. Since he had brought them out here, he had to bring them back safely, as their families were also waiting for them.
The power seemed to be enraged by Lu Hanmo, growing stronger and stronger, relentlessly attacking, wrapping around, and devouring Lu Hanmo’s Divine Sense until, after numerous powerful assaults, it finally broke through Lu Hanmo’s Divine Sense, consuming it completely.
"Pu!" Lu Hanmo violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and after throwing out several Formation Flags, he slowly collapsed. Shushu! I’m sorry! In this life, I can no longer continue to walk with you. If I have a next life, I will surely look for you! My love! Farewell!
Without Lu Hanmo’s Divine Sense to block it, the airplane was helplessly sucked into the golden light portal.
"Snap!" The cup in Luo Shu’s hand fell to the ground, and her heart started to panic inexplicably. What was happening?
"Luo Shu, are you so excited about Lu the War God coming back that you can’t even hold onto your cup?"
"The plane should have already taken off; it’ll be more than four hours before it arrives at Jinchen—don’t be anxious!"
"You don’t understand; that’s the thrill of a small reunion after a new marriage," others teased with laughter.
Luo Shu hooked her lips slightly, bending down to pick up the pieces of the cup from the ground, and walked towards the restroom. She had to make sure Hanmo was safe; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to rest easy.
After closing the restroom door, Luo Shu took out a communication talisman to contact Lu Hanmo, but there was no response even after a long wait.
She didn’t give up and continued trying to make contact—one minute, two minutes, until ten minutes passed, and there was still no reaction from Lu Hanmo.
Luo Shu’s heart became more and more panicked. Hanmo, please answer! Let me know you are safe! Hanmo, what are you doing? Please answer!
After a long while, Luo Shu listlessly set down the communication talisman. Don’t overthink it; Hanmo won’t be in danger. He just can’t contact her right now; he’ll reach out as soon as he can.
The communication talisman in her hand began to vibrate, and Luo Shu’s eyes brightened as she quickly activated it, "Hanmo, where are you?"
"Luo Shu, it’s Dad." The voice of Lu Zhengyang came through—low and sorrowful.
Luo Shu’s heart skipped a beat, and she forced herself to remain calm as she asked, "Dad! Do you need something?" It was the first time that Lu Zhengyang had reached out to her. If it weren’t for something important, he wouldn’t contact her at all. The bad premonition in her heart grew stronger.