Missiles fired one after another, Ye Qingfeng's cold ferocity momentarily suppressed the Great Elder, creating an opportunity to evade the missiles.
The power was too great.
These missiles, with a TNT equivalent of ten thousand tons, could destroy anything within a hundred meters. If Ye Qingfeng were to take another direct hit, he might be severely injured.
"Get closer to him; his speed is too fast. From afar, it's hard to kill him with missiles. Only at close range can he not evade."
The captain ordered.
Dozens of fighter jets immediately flew towards Ye Qingfeng, intending to block his escape route.
"Humph, I've been waiting for you!"
Ye Qingfeng glared coldly and struck boldly in an instant.
The Futu Sword rapidly expanded, flames burning, slashing out a single strike, the red Sword Light akin to an arc of steel wire, instantly cutting through a single alloy-made fighter jet.
"No good, disperse, quickly disperse!"
The captain hurriedly shouted.
