111: Chapter 111 Overwhelming Power!

The sky over the South District was completely shrouded in dark red.

That Level 7 Xiao Hong Warrior hovered at a low altitude, like an emotionless harvester, efficiently clearing out the vehicles of solo players.

Autocannons and armor-piercing shells of any caliber hit that invisible force field and were all deflected. In contrast, the opponent's red and white feather-spikes would inevitably pierce through armor whenever they were fired.

A Level 4 fighter pilot's eyes turned bloodshot as he pushed the throttle to the limit, attempting a kamikaze attack. The Xiao Hong Warrior didn't even look, backhanding a dark red spear. The spear sliced through the nose of the plane like a hot knife through butter. The pilot and his seat were shredded on the spot, blood splattered against the bulletproof glass, and the entire aircraft exploded into a fireball in mid-air.

The Regional Channel was filled with glaring, despairing bullet comments.

"We can't hurt him! This cheater isn't losing any health!"

"My fully-upgraded armor-piercing rounds can't even touch a hair on him! Run!"

Despair spread like a plague. This was simply unwinnable. Their proud heavy firepower was nothing more than a fire poker in front of him, and their proud armor was thinner than paper.

Fu Su gripped the joystick of his Lv. 5 heavy transport plane tightly, cold sweat soaking through the clothes on his back. The transport's alarms blared incessantly; the right engine had just been grazed by the shockwave of an explosion and was now emitting black smoke.

He watched helplessly as a Level 5 heavy fighter to his left was skewered by the Xiao Hong Warrior's spear, snapping in two and falling into the glacier. The people inside didn't even have time to scream before being turned into a pile of mangled flesh.

"Run! Run toward the East District!" Li Jili roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "Only Boss Yu can kill these freaks! Get over there now!"

Fu Su pushed the engine to its limit, and the transport plane let out an overburdened roar.

Behind them, that red and white afterimage suddenly stopped in mid-air, its pure white eyes instantly locking onto the fleeing Lv. 5 transport.

The Xiao Hong Warrior raised his hand, and a spear burning with dark red energy began to condense in his palm.

Seeing this through the rear-view radar, Fu Su was terrified, his hands and feet turning ice-cold. It was over; he had been targeted. At this distance, his clunky transport plane could never dodge that energy spear.

Just as the spear was about to be thrown, a solo heavy firepower squad at the edge of the South District suddenly attacked, firing seven or eight supersonic rockets simultaneously at the Xiao Hong Warrior's back.

The Xiao Hong Warrior paused, dispelled the spear in his hand, and turned into a red streak, lunging straight for the heavy firepower squad.

Li Jili's "Gacha King" luck, which had allowed him to survive by being cautious since the server opened, forcefully came into play at this critical moment. This certain-death situation was actually averted by some passing cannon fodder.

"He's not chasing us! He went after someone else!" Li Jili clung to the window, watching the receding red dot and shouting in ecstasy, "Old Fu, we survived!"

Fu Su collapsed onto the pilot's seat as if drained of all strength, his hands still trembling. The relief of escaping death made his head buzz; he floored the accelerator, racing desperately toward the eerie red fighter.

In the Kunlun East District, alarms were also blaring at the War God Alliance's position.

Inside the Level 7 Black Rhino heavy fighter, "Battle-Axe Totem," Xiao Zhantian bit down on an unlit cigar, staring intently at the holographic tactical screen in front of him.

The footage transmitted simultaneously by hundreds of drones was divided into dozens of small windows.

The screens were filled with the tragic sight of various guilds and solo players being unilaterally slaughtered by the Xiao Hong Warriors. Aircraft built with massive amounts of resources were being torn apart like toys. The atmosphere of the battlefield was oppressive and tragic to the extreme.

Xiao Zhantian did not panic. His brain was working at high speed, coldly stripping away fear and focusing on analyzing the opponent's various combat parameters.

"Physical defense assessment: ignores armor-piercing shells below 150mm caliber," Xiao Zhantian stated, leaning his hands on the console and quickly drawing a conclusion while staring at the big screen.

The footage replayed. At the moment the Level 7 Xiao Hong Warrior left an afterimage in mid-air, a circle of white shockwaves erupted around him.

"Normal movement speed directly breaks the sound barrier," Xiao Zhantian continued.

Several close-ups of the wreckage of the Tianxia Alliance's Level 7 netherworld armed helicopters appeared on the screen. The cross-sections of the alloy armor were as smooth as a mirror, with a layer of dark red substance still corroding the metal on the edges.

"The weapons are not only sharp but also possess high-intensity corrosion and high-frequency vibration cutting capabilities."

Standing aside, Vice Alliance Leader Zhao Xiaolan's face was pale. "Alliance Leader, their movements to dodge missiles are too eerie. They calculate the lead time more accurately than an AI. Those supersonic missiles can't even get close to them."

Xiao Zhantian brought up a recording of a Xiao Hong Warrior strolling through a hail of bullets and said coldly, "It's not calculated. These monsters possess something like a danger-premonition ability or a high-level intuitive sense. They perceive the ballistic trajectory before the bullets are even fired."

This kind of 'all-rounder' warrior had absolutely no weaknesses to exploit.

Xiao Zhantian's curiosity and fighting spirit continued to rise. He understood that ordinary players were just cannon fodder in front of these things; the only variable lay with that dark red aerial fortress in the sky.

Ten thousand meters high, inside the Lv. 7 crimson hunter fighter jet.

While the outside had become a meat grinder, the atmosphere in the Captain's cabin was exceptionally quiet.

Yu Feng sat in the large Captain's chair, ignoring the wailing outside. He opened the interface of his Portable Space, his gaze falling on the extra-dimensional area in the corner.

The Level 5 Thunderstorm Giant Eagle, which had swallowed the purple-black orb, had now turned into a massive purple-black cocoon of light.

Violent lightning swirled around the surface of the cocoon, which was rhythmically contracting and expanding. Below the panel, a clear progress bar was displayed: Evolving, estimated time remaining: 00:06:22.

"Six minutes." A satisfied, cold smile curled at the corner of Yu Feng's mouth.

Once this thing emerged from its cocoon, the Yufeng Alliance would possess a genuine Level 6 King-rank battle pet. Another trump card in his hand.

He closed the Portable Space and looked up at the main control screen in front of him.