Chapter 2365 - 2366: Warplanes

The unbearable pain blurred Yudas's vision.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the bloodied earth spike in his chest, letting out an uncontrolled scream.

Behind Yunas, two guards were also impaled by earth spikes emerging from the ground.

Their breathing had ceased, but their faces were filled with fear.

A row of soldiers in the fortifications were also impaled by the earth spikes from below, instantly killed.

On each face was a look of confusion and terror.

From a bird's eye view, countless earth spikes emerged from the ground, impaling all soldiers within hundreds of meters.

In an instant, rivers of blood flowed, and mountains of corpses piled up!

This was the Power of Myriad Realms unleashed by Yang Fei.

It was a large-scale earth element Divine Skill called Earth Stabbing Art, resulting in such terrifying destruction.

The Earth Stabbing Art is actually a very ordinary earth element spell.

Yet, such large-scale casting could only be accomplished by a Great Spiritual Master like Yang Fei.

In front of the surveillance video, Hegelson was nearly suffocating.

He had to breathe heavily to maintain cognitive clarity and not faint from fear.

The drone footage showed the clear scene of numerous soldiers dying tragically.

In almost an instant, a massive number of earth spikes appeared like bayonets, nailing hundreds of soldiers in the fortifications.

Such Divine Skill was unheard of even in Hegelson's most terrifying nightmares.

Too terrifying!

The obese Modi stood trembling behind Hegelson.

His mouth opened a few times before he could speak.

"Doctor, maybe we should retreat. These two Devils are not opponents ordinary people can contend with..."

Before Modi could finish, Hegelson rose violently and began to beat Modi with fists and feet.

"You swine, wretched creature, what are you saying..."

Modi clutched his head, crouching in the corner, screaming miserably.

Hegelson suddenly turned, trembling lips aimed at the General.

"General, we have no retreat."

"If we don't kill these two Psychics, don't kill these 30 or so whistle-blowers, we can't answer to that prominent figure."

The General's face was filled with panic as he grasped the command knife at his waist and finally nodded forcefully.

"Teacher, rest assured, they won't escape."

The General took out the communicator, nearly roaring his orders.

"Second squad, attack the target, charge."

On the snow-white wilderness, charging soldiers formed a rolling wave, quickly surrounding the breakout team led by Yang Fei and Long Xiaoshuai.

Yang Fei laughed coldly, his eyes shooting out a sharp murderous intent.

"Really unrepentant."

As he spoke, dark cumulonimbus clouds gathered above them, pressing on Yang Fei and his team.

Lightning crackled in the air, golden snakes danced wildly.

A squad of 300 quickly formed a skirmish line, encircling the team of scientists led by Yang Fei.

Hegelson watched the sky's transformation on the surveillance video, his heart racing.

Yet at this moment, the charging soldiers had no retreat, nor did Hegelson.

As the second squad approached within 300 meters, the thunder and lightning that had been brewing in the sky transformed into hundreds of serpentine lightning bolts and thundered down.

Long Xiaoshuai shouted loudly: "Everyone, lie down, cover your ears."

All the scientists lay on the snow, covering their ears, not daring to move.

Bang! Rumble!

The deafening thunder crashed into the snow, the second squad's soldiers were torn apart, leaving huge holes in the ground.

Hegelson knew this was inevitable, yet held onto a sliver of hope.

He watched as the thunder struck from the sky, equivalent to a thousand cannons firing, countless soldiers obliterated, tears streaming down.

This war had no hope of victory from the beginning.

Hegelson's desperate struggle was but repeated failure.

The General bit his teeth, sudden madness commandeering the communicator, loudly issuing orders.

"Black Hawk jets deploy immediately, wipe out these intruders."

A dozen jets circling the horizon suddenly transformed into streaks of black lightning, diving toward the ground.

Yang Fei and Long Xiaoshuai glanced up, Long Xiaoshuai's brow furrowing tightly.

"Boss, what now?"

These jets weren't ordinary soldiers, swift as lightning, equipped with cannons and heavy machine guns.

One dive-bombing run, and these 30 scientists would be doomed.

Yang Fei let out a long cry as Wind and Fire Wings grew from his sides, resembling a legendary Ancient Deity.

He soared into the air, heading toward the dozen jets.

Yang Fei raised his palm and countless Qi of Geng Metal converged into his palm, forming a three-zhang long Tiger Head Golden Spear.

In the bunker, Hegelson and the General were dumbfounded, speechless watching this winged figure.

No matter how powerful the Genetic Superpower Warrior, none could instantly grow wings like Yang Fei.

Even if one fused bird genes, wings would grow gradually, never so fluidly.

The General steeled himself and commanded the dozen jets.

"Lock onto the aerial hostile target, engage with heavy fire."

No matter how strong he was, possessing Myriad-Zhang Divine Power.

As long as he had flesh and blood, a cannon's impact could not be resisted.

The dozen jets' pilots also saw this incredible scene.

Like Great White Sharks hunting a whale, they surrounded Yang Fei and rapidly closed in.

The first jet quickly approached Yang Fei, within 800 meters, stormy bullets firing at him.

Yang Fei's Wind and Fire Wings flapped, his body shooting upward like a rocket.

He shouted, and the Tiger Head Golden Spear turned into a stream of golden light, shot directly at the cockpit.

Poom!

The cockpit was pierced by the descending Tiger Head Golden Spear.

The supposedly sturdy cabin alloy crumbled like tofu.

The pilot was impaled, and the jet lost control, plummeting and exploding into a rolling fireball.

In front of the surveillance video, Hegelson and the General exchanged horrified glances.

Their newly ignited hope crushed again.

Such a formidable one, even jets couldn't take him down!

The General resembled a gambler seeing red, repeatedly issuing orders through the communicator.

"Encircle immediately, kill this guy!"

The remaining jets watched this fearsome figure, each pilot growing faint-hearted.

Yet seeing he lacked remote attack weaponry, the dozen jets swarmed him again.