He's still here!

The protagonist of the second half of the story that Wu Qi did not finish coming quietly through the fog and clouds.

The tentacles that symbolized Satan and demons, with a dozen of its huge dark eyes, silently pierced through the hidden clouds behind it.

The poor Imperial soldier, before he even knew what was happening, was mercilessly squeezed by the tentacles to the place where the hole in the plane came into contact with the tentacles.

Even before he could scream or experience the pain of being a warrior, his life came to an end as his entrails ruthlessly cracked.

The tentacle with blood didn't care about the little blood splashing into its eyes, it seemed to be satisfied with the momentary attack for the time being, and without thinking more, it just rolled its tentacle head inward again, easily pulling the roasted fighter back into the seemingly bottomless clouds.

Then, in front of the remaining fighters, it hid again, and a dead silence resumed.

"That's, what?" Wu Qi said in horror, and the lever in his hand was unconsciously lowered by his surprise.

Some of the energy that had just been activated also dissipated briefly after the fighter canceled the sprint.

Everyone on the remaining eight fighters was unconsciously moving towards the cloud that had just stretched out from their tentacles.

"Go, all of you are moving at full speed towards the Lost City, leave this traitor alone, and leave him to fend for himself. ”

Yan Ling, who finally relieved his strength, hurriedly roared into the microphone anxiously.

Unlike his usual behavior, in the face of this unknown creature, he chose to flee, and he fled unreservedly against time.

Under the horror of such mysterious creatures and powers, human instinct seems to have completely taken over the brain that has always stored reason.

But the terrifying, eyeball-covered tentacles just now disappeared as if they had returned to another plane, as if they had never appeared.

However, the inner damage it caused to Yan Ling and his party was like a ball of ants placed on a hard causeway, inadvertently leading their spirits to collapse.

Sou!

A sound of continuous air flow passed, and Yan Ling's fighter plane slashed a pitch-black trail left behind by acceleration in front of several people behind him, and almost disappeared in front of everyone.

Fear, panic, fear, and the responsibility to carry out orders, the remaining six Imperial soldiers, who were flying the blood-red warplanes that were shining in the sunlight behind the clouds, all chose to speed up their flight.

The seven long trails formed by the temporary acceleration resemble the strange spirits that have witnessed their escape.

In less than three seconds, it begins to distort, and then slowly dissolves and dissipates from the end.

"Uncle Zhou, I, we, what should we do?" Luo Sijie seemed to have just recovered from the panic just now, and asked blankly as she stared at the back of Wu Qi's seat.

"Technology can defeat the unknown, and magic can't be of any use in front of them. Yan made these people believe in magic, and even the Imperial Hallows were moved, and I think they will die from magic sooner or later. Wu Ji cursed, and pressed the mechanical fingers to the three buttons around him in turn.

As if he had a premonition that those monsters disguised by the clouds could not be satisfied with the attack of a target, Wu Ji's heart also had an extreme fear of the unknown and terrifying existence behind the clouds.

He only thought for a second, and then pulled the fighter plane's joystick upwards with all his might.

The blue flame formed by the acceleration of the tail of the aircraft, and the performance of the first generation of the aircraft.

After a slight acceleration, Wu Ji's plane flew rapidly towards the empty cloud mountain.

It seemed that they were a few minutes closer to the huge golden point of light on the radar.

......

Looking back at the bottomless white clouds, Yan Ling's heart did not feel any relief at all.

He was now like a delicate lamb, only under the watchful eye of the beast hiding in the darkness. It was as if the beast's green eyes and the faint laughter of the beast as it was about to capture its prey flashed in his soul.

The Imperial Fighter Plane, pierced by the pitch-black tentacles and dragged into the clouds, was like a nightmare, suppressing the emotions of all the Imperial soldiers who had to keep their tension at all times because of Long Qing.

And Zhou Zhifeng behind him also maintained the same feeling as him, his eyes were staring at the Demon Source Force Magnet Disk, not daring to move away at all.

He clearly remembered that in the few seconds that the pitch-black tentacle was stretched out, the magnet disk seemed to sound a different sound, urgent, but mixed with peace.

It's a completely different tone than when you train.

Zhou Zhifeng, who was staring at the magnet disk, could feel that the monster that belonged to the tentacle body hiding in the darkness was opening its bloody mouth, leaving drops of saliva at the corners of its mouth, and staring at them with hellish eyes.

Human eyes can't penetrate the fog, at least not yet, but the mysterious monster in the unknown may be able to see through the fog into everything about humans who want to explore the Lost City.

Although, it has been a long time since a human has set foot here.

Just when this strange aura permeated the Imperial fighters flying in a zigzag shape, Zhou Zhifeng's magnet disk seemed to have a "didi" sound that belonged to good news.

Tick –

Tick –

Didi, didi.

"Yes, yes, is there a situation?" Yan Ling asked as he stammered a little in panic, lifted his helmet with one hand, wiped the sweat that fell like a torrential rain.

"Captain, it should be good news, the Lost City seems to be not far from us, you see. Zhou Zhifeng said and handed over the magnet disk.

This time, Yan Ling did not refuse, but turned his head and slowly took it with his trembling right hand.

On the way, he could also feel Zhou Zhifeng's hands trembling with fear.

Yan Ling took a deep breath and closed his eyes helplessly for a moment, trying to ease the endless fear in his heart.

Finally, I don't know if it was the soldier's sense of honor and mission, or the pride of being a royal family, after opening his eyes, the fear was alleviated a little.

This allowed him to focus all his attention on the magnet disk in front of him.

The regular sound continued, and the golden circle of light, which was much larger than the fighter plane, had wrapped them all on the magnet disk.

"If there's nothing wrong with the hint here," Yan Ling looked up at the clouds in front of him for a second, "through here, the Lost City is right in front of us." ”

"Yes, Captain, we shouldn't be far from the Lost City. If, I mean if, the monster hadn't reappeared in the clouds, to the edge of the city, as long as there was a little bit of floating land, I thought, I, our magic power would be enough to subdue them. Zhou Zhifeng doesn't seem to have completely relieved the tension just now, but his analysis is not much of a problem.

"But is there a place in front of you that doesn't pass through the clouds?" Yan Ling smiled bitterly and threw the magnet disk back to where Zhou Zhifeng was.

Although his hands were still trembling, Zhou Zhifeng didn't dare to damage the magnet disk a little, but still took it steadily.

But the mountains formed by the clouds in front of me seem to be coming to an end.

At this time, in front of Yan Ling was a deep cloud that was about to arrive, and their left and right sides, like those in front, also showed that desperate infinite whiteness.

Although under Yan Ling's order just now, the eight Imperial Sacred Artifact Purple Prisms used by the Imperial War Appliance could temporarily trap Wu Ji's fighters, and even under the subsequent injection of demonic source power, Wu Ji was wiped out in the air on the spot.

But it can't deal with the mystery of the fog, nor can it suppress the fear of the unknown.

There were only three shells left hidden in his main fighter, and although the remaining seven fighters were all equipped with machine guns like the Yanling fighter, Yanling couldn't believe in the power of the tentacles that were large enough to easily penetrate and sweep through an Imperial fighter.

But even so, the dragon celebration under the empire has reached a critical moment, the little emperor and a group of nearly a hundred imperial soldiers have already stepped into the gate of the dragon realm that has been sealed in the dust for five hundred years, if the lost city cannot be opened on time, and the two stones cannot be placed in the corresponding position, everything that the empire has been preparing for three years will come to naught.

Who can afford a defeat in this empire that is powerful on the bright side but has an undercurrent of turmoil?

Yan Ling's heart also knew very well that if this tentacle existed and waited before the other planes left, those Imperial planes flying in front of them would also suffer the same fate as the fighters just now. But the two core items that opened the Lost City the most, the sleeping sacrifice Ye Gu, and the Dragon Realm Stone that was handed over to him were all in his main fighter, and he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to the fate of others at this time.

Thinking of this, Yan Ling first shook his head, and then nodded solemnly.

After taking another deep breath, he turned on the microphone on his left hand side and gave the final order to the surrounding fighters.

"The Lost City lies ahead, and as long as our warplanes land successfully, all dangers will be defused. As warriors of the Empire, we have no reason to run away, no reason to fear, and no reason to resist the orders given to us by His Majesty. We can only move forward and fight all possible enemies. Even if death greets us. After Yan Ling finished speaking, he pressed the button that controlled the microphone and the button that controlled the speed of the fighter.

Even the fighter plane, which was lagging behind the Wu Machinery generation, still burst out at a speed that was not slow under the violent rotation of the tail propeller and the blessing of the magic source power.

This time, he chose the path that an Imperial general would have chosen in the face of danger.

His battle record, still dragging the pitch-black tail strip of smoke, towards the endless white clouds, like an arrow, no longer has a way to retreat.