However, after hearing Lin Beichen's words, they all became intrigued.
They wanted to see how the person speaking in their minds would deal with such a weapon, which in their knowledge was extremely destructive and difficult for humans to counter.
At that moment in the sky, Xia Luyao nervously clutched Lin Beichen's sleeve, her voice trembling: "Lin... Lin Beichen, how do you plan to deal with this missile?"
While Lin Beichen was speaking, she chose to remain silent despite her doubts, so as not to interfere with his plan.
But now, she could vaguely see the missile's warhead.
Are the people of this country crazy? Xia Luyao thought to herself.
Detonating a missile in the city center is a mad action that no sane decision-maker in Xia Country would do.
But evidently, for the people of this perpetually unstable country, launching a missile in the city center doesn't seem to be something unacceptable. Moreover, this time the missile is fired into the air.
Although the missile currently only reveals a small portion of its shape, in three seconds at most, it will catch up to Lin Beichen and Xia Luyao.
Lin Beichen looked at Xia Luyao's anxious expression and smiled slightly. This was his first moment to harvest faith value on a large scale.
He was about to make the whole city involuntarily feel the shock—this moment had finally arrived!
He gently raised his hand and made a flicking motion.
Then the missile was flicked away, exploding in another direction.
On the ground, a person holding a telescope gasped, put down the telescope, and his face showed an expression of having his worldview overturned.
As the country's top astronomer, he naturally knew how unbelievable that scene was just now.
How unfortunate... the two people on the flying carpet were shrouded in an indistinct mist, only a finger stretched out from the clouds to flick lightly could be seen.
There are still quite a few people in this country who believe in the existence of gods, as it is relatively backward here.
Even this self-proclaimed talented astronomer began to wonder whether gods truly exist in this world.
He slowly called his parents: "Hello, Dad? Which god do you believe in?"
That mist was naturally Lin Beichen's doing. He didn't want his and Xia Luyao's identities to be exposed, triggering international disputes, and then become notorious due to two reports.
For the people on the ground who could only observe with the naked eye, the shock they felt wasn't that great; they could only see the missile represented by a small dot being suddenly turned around and exploding halfway through the air. They didn't know what Lin Beichen had done.
However, on the flying carpet, Xia Luyao watched Lin Beichen with shining eyes. The feeling of death earlier had dragged her into a quagmire, but Lin Beichen had just flicked his fingers and sent the missile flying away.
"How did you do that just now?" Xia Luyao asked eagerly.
Lin Beichen shook his head without speaking; it wasn't that he didn't want to say, but the array just now had almost exhausted all his spiritual power. It was already hard for him to speak.
Indeed, he had already set up an array to deal with missiles and other weapons.
The flicking motion he just made was actually intended to make the people below think he did this effortlessly, hoping they wouldn't bomb him with missiles again.
Otherwise, Lin Beichen would have to choose to escape...
In the command room, a senior officer witnessed the missile being unexpectedly shot down, his expression exceptionally somber.
"Sir, what should we do next?" his assistant asked cautiously.
The officer snorted coldly, "What's the point of taking action now?"
The assistant remained silent because he understood the officer's remark was true.
Before the person in the sky launched an attack, they indeed could not take more effective measures.
At this moment, the voice in the commander's mind made him furrow his brow, "I'd like to see what trick you want to play."
And in the sky, Lin Beichen already felt powerless.
The sudden missile attack caught him off guard, and now his spiritual power was almost exhausted.
He took a deep breath, tried to gather the remaining spiritual power inside his body, and gritted his teeth to utter one last sentence, "God said, let those long-scorched experience the comforting cold."
There was an element of middle-school syndrome in his words.
Immediately after, he began to draw on the Eight Trigrams Diagram, and luckily, creating snow didn't need to consume his spiritual power.
Just as everyone heard his voice, the sky quickly became clouded over.
Although this was merely an illusion, it was enough for the people below to believe it.
Lin Beichen was quite satisfied with his masterpiece, while Xia Luyao beside him widened her eyes, astonished by Lin Beichen's power.
Changing the weather over such a large area was simply a national-level ability!
After everything was completed, Lin Beichen didn't intend to stay long. He still needed to go and save Flying Eagle and the others.
He released a Tracking Talisman, preparing to leave before the snow fell.
In the command room, the officer stared at the satellite cloud map but found nothing unusual.
However, the commotion outside raised his suspicions.
"Why is it so noisy outside?" he asked angrily.
The assistant hurriedly reported the situation outside in detail. The officer frowned, puzzled by Lin Beichen's methods.
"Humph, just some fake tricks!" he thought disdainfully, just as he was about to order a missile launch, an elderly voice sounded in the communicator: "Let him go, since he hasn't caused any harm, we need not make an enemy of such a being."