The thirty minutes were up. Guye Ridge lay just ahead. Yu Fei gradually slowed his pace, found a sunny sand dune at the foot of the ridge, and silently activated his Illusory Sword Intent to hide himself.
The recovery granted by his Pure Yang True Body offset the Qi Blood consumed by keeping his Sword Intent continuously active. Yu Fei had his own plans.
A piercing roar echoed from the sky. Yu Fei spotted sixteen peregrine falcon-like fighter jets streak past, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
"So fast!"
That speed was definitely faster than sound; they practically sliced a black line across the low sky.
Yu Fei was shocked. 'Weren't heavy weapons forbidden? So why are there supersonic jets here? They're not going to bomb us with missiles, are they?!'
He'd never heard any mention of missiles in this world and didn't know if they existed, but he had now seen supersonic jets with his own eyes.
