The missile exploded with devastating power, turning everything nearby to dust.
Of the 19 Dragon Country fighter jets Ye Tianshi had deployed, seven were gone in an instant.
As for the Fusang Air Force, 36 of their jets had been scrambled. They couldn't believe their own side would target them, so they reacted a step too slow, leaving only three jets remaining.
And Wu Tian? He had jumped down and collided with the missile head-on. He should have been vaporized.
The smoke would take a long time to clear. The Army Marshal of Fusang sighed with relief. "There were sacrifices, but it was worth it," he declared. "This will show the nations of the world that Fusang is not to be bullied or humiliated!"
But his words had barely left his lips when an eerie wind swept through. The dust and smoke were instantly carried away, revealing Wu Tian suspended in midair, completely unharmed.
"This..." Everyone was stunned.
