Outside Henghai Provincial City.
At the Hulao Mountain Base, inside the command room, everyone stood before the window. Their eyes welled with tears as they watched the transport aircraft disappear into the sky.
Tears slid down Lin Jianlong's cheeks as he suddenly clenched his fists. "This," he said with powerful conviction, "is what a true dragon looks like!"
He suddenly shouted, "Zhang Yi!"
"Present!"
"Use your Spirit Martial Markings to assist the aircraft with their targeting!"
"Yes, sir!"
Zhang Yi sat before a screen and put on her headphones. Only her Spirit Martial Markings, activated by touching the ground, could penetrate the suppression over Henghai Provincial City and lock onto the precise location of the altar. She had also left her markings on the departing aircraft, allowing her to provide remote assistance and command.
"Thunderhawk, report your coordinates. Respond when you receive this!"
