Li Chen, seeing their attempt to flee, swiftly unsheathed the Zhang Ling Sword and sliced through the layers of Cloud Sky straight at them.
"Boom!"
Another fighter jet was instantly blown apart by his strike.
"Damn, the Devil has come, run, run!"
A pilot who had just witnessed his comrade's jet exploding let out a cry of alarm, frantically operating the stick, ready to make a hasty escape.
However, in his panic, he inadvertently collided hard with another jet.
In a flash, the orange flames painted the entire sky red.
In just a few breaths, 12 fighter jets had been decimated by more than half, with only five limping back in disarray.
"He's in midair, have the artillery open fire, fire!"
Drew, sitting in front of the command center, frantically and hysterically ordered.
"Boom!"
A deafening noise suddenly rang out.
Giant artillery shells streaked across the sky, trailing long plumes of white smoke as they bombarded Li Chen.
