Faced with the choice of their captain, the six soldiers who operated the Imperial fighter plane behind them also realized the sense of honor that belonged to the Imperial soldiers, and after a slight choice, they also chose to plunge towards the fear of the unknown, just like Yan Ling, after all, behind the terrible clouds behind them, there was also the lost city that belonged to the future of the Empire.

Faced with the fear of the unknown, human beings usually have two choices: first, let fear take over their hearts, and eventually be swallowed and overwhelmed by these fears. The second is to summon the courage and grasp the natural curiosity of human beings, choose to explore and know, and face all fears, so that we can finally find that those fears are nothing more than a veiled layer of soft pitch black.

With the high-speed operation of the Yanling fighter, the magnet disk in Zhou Zhifeng's hand behind him seemed to be crazy and desperately "roared".

But at this time, the attention of the two people in the fighter plane was in the white fog outside the window, and this crazy "ticking" sound was only like a concerto of the rapid speeding down the wind, which could not attract too much attention from them.

But it seems that the situation has deviated a little from what they expected.

"Captain, the Lost City seems to be moving. Zhou Zhifeng stared at the magnet plate and analyzed.

In this white mist, in addition to the courage to cover his head and move forward, the only pitiful information that Yan Ling could get was the magnet disk in the hands of Zhou Zhifeng in the back row.

"Move?" Yan Ling wondered.

It stands to reason that after the opening of the dragon realm on the ground, the Lost City in the sky will gradually emerge from the junction of the clouds and the plane, but as the fighter plane moves, it is something new that he has never heard of.

Could it be that this lost city still has a brain?

After all, Yan Ling's mind didn't dare to relax in any way, and the moving Lost City may have some mysterious force at its disposal, or even ......

A terrible thought crossed his mind.

"You say, is it possible that the monster to which the tentacle belongs has taken control of the Lost City, so it will follow our fighter planes to move?" Yan Ling still recounted the idea.

Even he himself couldn't believe it.

"I've heard the Demon Source Master of the Imperial Capital say that the Lost City will constantly change with some mysterious force, and what those who seek it will release to satisfy the desires of these people's hearts. Apparently, well, the Lost City is hiding from us. ”

"We yearn for it, that's why it doesn't want us to come close? Yan Ling replied with some humility, he didn't dare to bring the truest darkness in his heart to the table.

However, when Zhou Zhifeng said this prophecy that seemed like history, Yan Ling's heart also understood something.

So, does he still have to face darkness and monsters?

Yan Ling didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he hurriedly closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to empty his mind of the excess thoughts.

Now, it is necessary to observe everything around the fog with full attention, and perhaps, one of your own small mistakes or negligence will have unacceptably serious consequences for the Empire.

"Are there any other anomalies around?" Yan Ling continued to ask, wanting more information so that he could make the most accurate judgment.

"Well," Zhou Zhifeng stared at the magnet plate, his right hand inadvertently supporting his chin, as if he had completely lost the tension he had before, "Our remaining six fighters followed closely behind, and they did not leave the team. Also, the golden point of light represented by the Lost City still seemed to be moving forward. ”

"What about the Luo family's fighter?" Yan Ling wanted to ask a more critical question.

"They didn't show up in the magnet disk. Maybe I used the same way to avoid tracking. However, Captain, the concealment function of our holy artifact Purple Prism can only be used this time for the time being, and I am afraid that it will not be used at all in subsequent battles. Zhou Zhifeng reminded.

Hearing this, Yan Ling's expression began to become serious.

After his temporary fear was annihilated, he seemed to want to take the mysterious monster in the fog seriously.

It seemed that his beloved Creator had heard his inner thoughts, and this opportunity quietly came to him.

Oh no, it's behind you.

"Captain, a fighter plane has disappeared!" Zhou Zhifeng said in a panic as he stared at the magnet plate.

The Flame Empire's fighters can no longer be hidden, and there is no possibility of falling behind if they follow so closely.

At this time, the fighter disappeared from the magnet disk, and only one possibility remained.

"Here he comes. Yan Ling said nervously, but there was a resolute feeling of rushing to death in his eyes.

"It's time to get ready for battle!" Yan Ling continued, biting his lip, controlling the joystick with his left hand, and holding the machine gun tightly with his right hand, staring intently at the fog in front of him.

And the five remaining fighters behind him also realized the existence of danger, and reformed a circle around Yan Ling to wrap and protect it.

He's still here!

The terrifying pitch-black tentacles with countless eyes in the mist struck in the direction of Yan Ling's host at an extremely fast speed.

But this time it's not one, it's two.

As the two tentacles approached the glass in front of the Flame Command, he could see the filthy blood attached to them, as well as the scorching mucus that seemed to be smelling through the glass.

"Attacked!" Yan Ling said nervously, his right hand pressing the machine-gun trigger.

Click, click, click.

Rhythmic bullets poured out of the muzzle of the machine gun as if they didn't want money, and all of them hit one of the tentacles.

Suddenly, bright red blood flowed from the place where the tentacle was attacked, and even because of this sudden attack, the tentacles had to close most of their eyes to avoid revealing more vulnerable parts.

However, due to the problem of angle and the fact that they did not dare to cause damage to the Yanling host, the remaining five fighters only retreated outwards in order to adjust the appropriate distance.

"Roar!" a huge roar came from the mist of the clouds, resounding throughout the entire realm at an altitude of nearly 10,000 meters.

Even the plane's seemingly heavy glass couldn't stop the monster's wrath.

"It worked!" Yan Ling said happily, he didn't care about the beads of sweat on his forehead, but his left hand skillfully pulled the joystick to get the plane out of the tentacle's attack range, and his right hand was still designing.

Click, click, click.

The bullets in the Flame Machine Gun were all over the surface of the two huge tentacles, and this round of counterattack seemed to anger the owner of the monster to which the tentacle belonged, so that he didn't care about the bleeding part, and swung his tentacles again and attacked the Flame Commander with great power.

Bang!

Huge cannonballs sprang from the fighter planes under Yan Ling's body, streaked through the fragile air currents in the air, and after stirring up faint transparent ripples, they bombarded towards one of the tentacles.

Rumble!

As the sound of the explosion came, a faint black smoke instantly enveloped one of the tentacles.

In less than three seconds, the smoke from the shells dissipated into the fog.

But Yan Ling could see very clearly that the attacked tentacle had been blown up in the air to only half of it.

The red blood gushing out of the tentacles is also affected by gravity in a general manner, and flows downward.

"Roar!"

The deafening roar came again, and the tentacle owner who was attacked like this seemed to feel a trace of fear, and in front of Yan Ling and others, he slowly withdrew the two scarred tentacles back into the mist.

Suddenly, within the thick clouds, the silence of death was restored to before.

After the plane remained on alert and hovered for about a minute, Yan Ling's front was still the fog that seemed to have no end in sight, and the tentacles seemed to be back in the darkness, waiting for the next attack.

The owner of the tentacle can wait, but Yan Ling doesn't have any more opportunities to wait.

He looked at the watch that had been in his hand for a long time, and now two hours had passed since takeoff. In other words, if the ground part of the Little Emperor goes well, it will only take another two hours, and the dragons in the Ground Dragon Realm will see hope of escaping. But if the Dragon Realm was still semi-locked at that time, he didn't know what those angry dragons would do.

Moreover, there is a very thorny problem, because the air army he led has just started, and the plane was designed with limited fuel, and now, looking at the less than forty percent of the warning on the dashboard in front of him, Yan Ling suddenly felt the urgency of time.

He couldn't wait any longer, and of course, there was a desire in his heart that was urging him to rush towards the lost city ahead.

As a last resort, he took out the microphone again, and after a little hesitation, he still issued a relatively correct order: "Forward, everyone is moving in the direction of the Lost City." ”

As he pressed the acceleration switch again, the remaining six warplanes let out a more violent roar than before. In the face of unknown dangers, they can only increase their speed to the fastest to offset the difference in strength.

Ten minutes later, the remaining Imperial fighters finally broke through the shackles of the clouds behind them and flew back into a situation surrounded by clouds and mountains.

And the position of the golden lost city on the magnet disk in Zhou Zhifeng's hand finally no longer changed.

"Captain, we have reached the center of the golden circle of light, and the Lost City is close at hand. Zhou Zhifeng said with a sense of joy, and raised his right hand behind Yan Ling, pointing to a place in front of him.

Looking at the position pointed by Zhou Zhifeng, although the golden brilliance of the sun and the clouds and mountains behind him concealed a large part of the information, through the crack, Yan Ling squinted his eyes and saw that the area of pitch black and emerald green belonging to the Lost City still entered his field of vision.

"That's the Lost City!That's the Lost City!" Yan Ling screamed excitedly.

Although, this kind of expression should not have appeared on an imperial general of Yan Ling's identity, but after experiencing the envelopment of a series of terrifying and strange atmospheres just now, no one would question it anymore.

Looking at these patterns of gold and white, and the scene of emerald green and pitch black that could be vaguely seen in the distance, Yan Ling didn't want to wait any longer, his patience had reached its limit.

Therefore, he did not hesitate and did not continue to issue orders, but only slightly controlled the fighter plane to accelerate and fly towards the clouds in front of him.

However!

Just as the joy and pride in his heart flooded to the extreme, the sky around him suddenly dimmed.

Along with this dimness, a strong sound of air currents also reached his ears from the clouds in front of him.

He didn't even have time to analyze and operate the fighter, and the clouds in front of him, as if eroded by magic, suddenly flew around.

In less than a few seconds, it was gone.

Instead, there were huge pitch-black creatures that Yan Ling and the others had never seen in their lives.

"What's that?" Yan Ling wondered, the fear he had just now sprung back into his mind.

The creature, no, not a creature, to be exact, should be a monster.

He was at least fifteen meters long, and carried wings as large as birds or dragons that constantly waved the wind, but his head was a large round mouth of the elder's countless tentacles.

Looking down its wings and head, countless black and crimson scales intertwined like a layer of armor, protecting the core of its body twisted to the extreme.

It had no legs, and instead had two larger, more powerful, but also more formidable tentacles.

That's right, that tentacle is the magical existence that attacked Yan Ling and the others in the mist just now.

However, it seems that the monster itself has a strange recovery ability, and one of the remaining half of the tentacles that was bombarded by the cannonball just now, although it is still gushing out scarlet blood, but the two strange tentacles with countless eyes seem to have little difference in length now.