The X-02 fighter jet streaked like a black bolt of lightning, skimming the sea's surface at an altitude of less than a hundred meters as it shot toward the cave entrance.
Just as the fighter was about to enter the cave, a massive, battered figure shot out from within in a sorry state. It was Chen Meng's Titan Battle Armor!
The two flying devices nearly scraped past each other in the narrow space, separated by less than a few dozen meters.
Chen Meng's Titan Battle Armor was a wreck, its cockpit viewport riddled with cracks.
He saw the black fighter jet and the clearly visible East Sea City pilot inside. His face was a mask of terror, and he didn't even have time to cry out. His eyes were filled with despair and exhaustion.
At the same time, Zhao Tianlan, through the glass of his Ghost Fighter, saw the face of Chen Meng inside the Titan Battle Armor, caked with dust and blood.
