For Zhou Yi, desperately trying to lift a massive airborne behemoth wasn't easy. This aerial giant wasn't stationary; it was moving with high-speed inertia. Its own weight was a staggering 610,200 pounds (276,800 kilograms), and it was also carrying hundreds of passengers and various cargo. Crucially, it was flying at high speed in an unstable state.
Trying to lift this giant aircraft would require Zhou Yi to squeeze out every ounce of strength he had. He wasn't even sure if he could successfully lift the plane.
He matched the plane's speed and slowly pressed his body against the aircraft's underside. The plane's unstable movements caused immense interference, making it difficult for him to apply stable force to lift it.
Therefore, he had to unleash his full mental power to use his Telekinetic Field and control the plane's stability. Zhou Yi, who had never used telekinesis to control something this large, felt pain for the first time. The pain and spasms from deep within his brain made him grit his teeth. If he removed his helmet, his eyes would likely be bloodshot.
This level of stress was nearing his limit, but fortunately, he managed. Under his full telekinetic power, the plane finally began to stabilize. Although it was still rapidly descending, this was good news for Zhou Yi.
Clinging to the now-steady plane, Zhou Yi desperately used his physical strength to bear the enormous weight. He wanted to use his power to make the plane ditch in a safe location. He could see clearly below: although it was a vast ocean, the land wasn't far away. He just needed to keep the plane afloat on the sea. The British Coast Patrol would arrive quickly to provide rescue.
Although he couldn't use the ground to leverage his power, Zhou Yi, who possessed the innate talent of flight, was clearly favored by the sky. Even in the sky, where there was no point of leverage, he could still unleash his power.
The nose, which had been drooping, slowly lifted under his support. Although it was still increasing the downward pressure, he managed to maintain a balanced state through his efforts. His whole body was being tested for this. This was most evident on the Dawn Armor.
The Dawn Armor II, designed for lightness, didn't offer much protection. It might handle small arms fire, but it was clearly outmatched as a buffer between two forces exerting hundreds of tons of pressure.
The massive Airbus had thick armor and a dense skeletal structure for support, while the Dawn Armor was just a thin layer of nano-metal. Under the immense pressure, the armor's stress points began to warp and deform. Despite frantically self-repairing, the damage far outpaced the restoration. Large amounts of nano-metal, severely damaged, began to dissipate into the air, appearing as a black ribbon of light.
"Sir, the back armor is over seventy percent damaged. I recommend you cease this action immediately," Medusa's crimson warning echoed in the helmet. As an AI, her choices always favored her master.
"Medusa, turn off the alarm. Also, contact the British Coast Patrol and tell them a civilian airliner needs to make an emergency landing near the coast. Tell them to organize a rescue."
"Yes, sir." Medusa, programmed to only respond to commands, immediately carried out Zhou Yi's orders. Zhou Yi turned his attention to the smoke-filled left engine. He just hoped the Flesh Monster would behave itself for a moment.
But things wouldn't go as planned. The engine suddenly erupted in a violent explosion. The Flesh Monster, residing within, was retaliating against whatever caused it pain. The turbine was its primary target.
Swathes of tentacles reached for the rapidly spinning turbine, instantly shredded. But this pushed the engine beyond its limits. With a deafening roar, the entire engine exploded. The turbine was utterly demolished, with fragments flying everywhere. The aircraft's shell couldn't withstand the impact. When a turbine blade ripped through the fuselage, the situation escalated again.
The passengers, following the flight attendants' instructions, had initiated self-rescue procedures as soon as the accident occurred. They remained in their seats, fastened their seatbelts, put on oxygen masks, and donned life vests. There wasn't much else they could do. Maybe pray to God.
The most unreliable thing in the world is God; he always pushes events in the direction you least want.
The ripped fuselage was simply too close to the cabin's interior, to the point that even a seat was damaged. Although the passengers weren't injured, the seat was now completely unable to remain firmly attached to the cabin floor. When the intense air pressure surged through the entire cabin, desperately flinging everything towards the outside, the seat lost its function and went flying out as well, along with the passenger on it.
A woman's scream might not have been particularly noticeable in this environment, but Zhou Yi still caught it. He saw the woman performing a freefall, though she was being forced to do so by the seat beneath her.
Faced with the safety of one person versus the safety of hundreds, what would you choose? Hypocrites would choose to sacrifice the safety of a few for the safety of the many, calling it justice. However, a true hero should fight for the smallest glimmer of hope; those troubled by their choices are nothing but bastards hiding behind the guise of justice.
Without any hesitation, Zhou Yi abandoned the plane and pursued the falling passenger. The passenger's rate of descent was rapid, but it was still within the range of being caught. It was, in fact, like someone just leaving the starting line.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yi had caught up to the passenger. He rushed forward, tore open the seat's fragile metal, and embraced the passenger around the waist.
The passenger was a remarkably beautiful blonde woman. She had long, wavy golden hair, and deep, mesmerizing lake-blue eyes. Her delicate face was enough to make most women envious, even without any elaborate makeup. Her slender figure, encased in a well-fitting women's suit, appeared even more elegant. What was most striking was her temperament; even in the most chaotic situation, she still exuded grace and composure, looking like a noblewoman from a distinguished family. And a noblewoman with a strong scholarly air about her.
A playboy seasoned by numerous affairs could confirm that this was an intellectual with a high level of education. The elegance and intellect she radiated were strikingly similar to Jean Grey.
If it were a different time, he would definitely choose to dally with such a beauty. But now was not the time. He wrapped the woman in the cloak; a human body without protection would struggle to endure the cold in this situation.
"Hold on tight!" he said tersely. Then, he charged toward the plane, which had completely nosedived. The plane had completely lost control, spinning as it was pulled down by gravity.
Zhou Yi slightly shielded the woman in his arms, who was clinging tightly to his neck. He didn't have time to offer any comfort and immediately sped up. He had to intercept the plane again and bring the behemoth under control.
The plane's momentum was terrifying. Standing before it gave one the feeling of facing a toppling mountain. The woman in his arms was already huddled up in fear. If his body wasn't strong enough, Zhou Yi would even worry about his neck being broken. Even in this situation, the woman remained exceptionally strong; she didn't make any hysterical, frantic movements, not even a shout. This actually saved Zhou Yi quite a bit of trouble.
Unlike the woman in his arms, even if it was a toppling mountain before him, he would still fight it. So, facing a mere airplane, he wouldn't hesitate even more.
He charged towards the plane as it plummeted. His Telekinetic Field was fully activated. Under the reinforcement of his bulging temples, the plane's spinning was curbed. He faced the plane head-on, opening his arms to meet it.
Such a collision wouldn't produce a spectacular "Earth-shattering" scene, because that would only cause the plane to completely collapse under the interaction of forces. So, Zhou Yi could only take on the role of bearing everything. He stretched out his hands and pressed them against the head of the plane, allowing the immense force to be unleashed upon him.
The armor on his arms immediately twisted and collapsed. The Dawn Armor wasn't much better than paper against such force. Minute nano-metals diffused like smoke, blocking the woman's eyes, but unable to hide her perception.
She could feel the power radiating from the man she was holding. Muscles bulged, and the sound of what felt like ocean tides echoed in his veins. His heartbeat was even louder, like the war drum of a god in myth, each beat deafening. Mountains would break before him, and the earth would be overturned. He should be a god from myth, a hero from an epic. How could such a magnificent man exist in reality! The woman wanted to ask this question, but she didn't have time. Because the god in her eyes let out a loud roar at this moment.
Zhou Yi, who was passively enduring the impact, was filled with indescribable frustration. Hundreds of tons of force slammed into him, causing him immense pain; his muscles groaned, his bones ached, and even his heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment. This was a discomfort Zhou Yi had never experienced, and it caused his power to explode.
The pent-up frustration was ignited by the anger in his heart, and a roar burst from his chest. His power erupted completely at this moment, vast and endless. Before this power, all things were subdued. A mere airplane was nothing.
The huge plane stopped all its movements; it was forcibly halted in mid-air. Even though its engines were still working desperately, providing abundant kinetic energy for its massive body, it still couldn't advance even a fraction. This was entirely because of the Hercules-like figure in front of it.
The sound of metal twisting and deforming came from the wings. The sudden halt of inertia obviously put a heavy load on the plane, especially the wings. The passengers inside the fuselage were also dizzy from the sudden inertia, but no one dared to complain. Any situation at this time had an unpredictable impact on their lives, and complaining was truly meaningless.
When the captain's stammering voice was transmitted through the loudspeaker to all the passengers' ears, all the passengers cheered. In the face of all this, no one was not overjoyed. Life was only one, who wouldn't want to cherish it? And who wouldn't be grateful from the bottom of their heart for the hero who saved them? For a time, the cheers for the hero filled the entire sky.
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