The two vehicles, linked together as they drove along the ruined street, suddenly blurred within that ripple. Their outlines became hazy and indistinct, fading into the dark city until they were almost impossible to make out. Even the sound of the engines vanished.

Ji Jue looked up curiously at Tong Shan. The others seemed long used to this and showed no surprise, as though it were nothing worth mentioning.

Lou Feng had not paid much attention at first either. It was only when he realized that the camouflage effect was not being produced by some Mirror-type Blessed Creation that he frowned slightly.

At this moment, all of them were enveloped within Tong Shan’s telekinesis. It wasn’t just the vehicles in front and behind them; every movement within a kilometer around them, both ahead and behind, was covered by those invisible ripples.

If this were merely a matter of bending light, then although it would be troublesome, an Origin user, who specialized in interfering with all things formless and intangible, could achieve a similar effect with enough practice.

But while they were moving, Tong Shan was camouflaging them like a chameleon in real time, directly canceling out...