Everything was just as Ye Xunhuan had thought; the plane was indeed completely scrapped, and very thoroughly so.
Moreover, due to the plane's destruction and the pilot's tragic death, the aircraft was not only unable to fly normally but began to crash around like a headless fly.
In an instant, the innocent people began to wail and lament loudly.
Facing all of this, Ye Xunhuan felt a deep helplessness in his heart. He wasn't a god; he couldn't save these people, not even himself and Qiu Ruoxi, who were now in unprecedented danger.
After all, a plane crash is no joking matter.
Since the other party had been prepared, there was absolutely no chance of having parachutes or escape tools onboard, and even if there were, they'd definitely be broken and unusable, Ye Xunhuan could absolutely guarantee this.
Although Ye Xunhuan knew his current situation was incredibly dangerous, he wasn't terribly panicked and appeared calm and composed, at least on the surface.
"Xunhuan, we..."
