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.
The Fusang soldiers on-site, Ye Tianshi and the People of Dragon Country, the international journalists, and everyone watching the live broadcast—they all stared at Wu Tian’s figure, dumbstruck.
That was a missile, for crying out loud! How could a person collide with a missile and be unharmed?
If Wu Tian had any damage at all, it was only that his clothes had been obliterated. A thick Blood Mist shrouded the lower half of his body, leaving only his upper torso exposed.
He had survived a direct missile hit. Everyone was aghast.
"No... this is impossible." The Fusang Army Marshal refused to believe it. This was Fusang’s latest missile model. If a missile couldn’t kill Wu Tian, did they need to use an atomic bomb? A nuclear bomb? What a joke!
The Army Marshal refused to accept this reality. He roared, "More missiles! Launch again! Fire!"
The Chief Minister had repeatedly insisted that Wu Tian would pursue him to North Sea Avenue. He had ordered the army to set an ambush along the only possible route, preparing their most powerful missiles for this very contingency. Sacrifices were necessary to eliminate Wu Tian. The Chief Minister’s words echoed in his ears.
The Army Marshal didn’t believe Wu Tian was immortal. There’s nothing that can’t be solved with one missile. If there is, then use two. Or three!
Wu Tian’s eyes turned icy. He would eliminate every Fusang soldier before him. He would also let the nations watching this live broadcast know one thing: as long as the Dragon Country had him, it was worthy of its status as the world’s foremost superpower!
A sharp glint flashed in Wu Tian’s eyes. Then, using his Spiritual Thoughts, he sent a message to Phoenix, Ye Tianshi, and the other People of Dragon Country. "All of you, get clear of this area! Now!"
Hearing this, Phoenix immediately flew off into the distance. Inside his cockpit, Ye Tianshi was startled. He didn’t understand what Wu Tian was planning, but as a commander, he was responsible for the lives of his comrades and subordinates.
"All units, pull back!" The Dragon Country fighter jets immediately withdrew to a safe distance.
"Demon Blood Dyes the Heavens!"
Wu Tian’s Divine Body apparition manifested. Instantly, the world itself seemed to change.
"Why did the sky go dark?" The pilots in the Fusang fighter jets were baffled. The sky had turned an unnatural, pitch-black color in the blink of an eye. The Army Marshal and the troops on the ground were equally bewildered.
The world was plunged into a darkness as complete as midnight.
"Lights!" the Army Marshal ordered.
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Normally, his soldiers would have cheered in response. But in these circumstances? Who the hell believes in immortal souls now?
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