They were all on their way, transfixed by the sight in the sky above.
With their eyesight, they couldn't see clearly what was happening up there.
But they could vaguely see that the fighter jet... had fallen.
And Jiang Shu, a tiny black dot, was still standing in mid-air.
"Demon... a demon descends from the sky! That strike could directly compare to an air-to-air missile! What kind of Martial Arts is this? This isn't Martial Arts!"
A Martial Artist from Fusang suddenly went weak at the knees, collapsing to the ground, his eyes filled with fear.
So, they had been contending with such an existence all along.
Against such an existence, do conventional firearms even stand a chance?
Probably, only a missile capable of destroying a city could kill him completely.
But... this is Tokyo!
The helicopters climbed frantically. The fighter jets had fallen. What could these ordinary soldiers possibly do?
The remaining few fighter jets closed in, launching air-to-air missiles.
