115: Chapter 115 Breaking the Blood Lock! Yu Shen's Firepower Net

[Ding! 360 Area-Wide Announcement! Hidden Quest Countdown: 00:14:00!]

[Current number of survivors has fallen below 290,000!]

A blood-red light screen forcibly flickered before every player's eyes. Only ten-odd minutes had passed since these three higher-dimensional beings descended. Over a hundred thousand living lives and over a hundred thousand aircraft of various sizes had been completely erased from this wasteland.

The sky above the South District had completely turned into a steel graveyard for rogue players.

That Tier 7 Xiao Hong Warrior, holding a long spear, was like a slaughter machine that would never tire, weaving wantonly through the low altitude. Any heavy artillery bombardment hitting the invisible force field around him was deflected. Conversely, every dark red energy spear he casually threw precisely pierced a vehicle.

In the regional public channel, cries for help had already vanished. All that remained were collapsing wails and frantic curses.

"It's hopeless! We can't even dent him! This hacker has no health drop!"

"I'm done playing! Go to hell!"

Inside a dilapidated Tier 3 civil airliner, the Captain watched the dense cluster of green dots disappearing on the radar and completely gave up resistance. He didn't fire, nor did he turn to flee; instead, he simply unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the cabin door, and jumped out.

Compared to being sliced into minced meat by a higher-dimensional monster, falling to his death became a swift release.

Panic, like a tangible poison, spread wildly through the clouds.

At the edge of the South District, cold winds howled through the glacier canyon.

That Tier 7 Xiao Hong Warrior turned into a fatal red line, biting tightly onto the tails of two heavy vehicles.

In front was the Tier 6 red iron-wing transport plane piloted by Jue Ying. To the right was Deng Ci's Tier 5 Steel Horn heavy aircraft.

"Old Deng! Push the throttle to the max! Pull toward the East District! Boss Yu's plane is right over there!" Jue Ying gripped the joystick tightly, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse over the communicator.

Deng Ci's face was ashen. He glanced at the red dot getting closer on the radar, then at the engine temperature warning. "We won't make it. The speed difference is too great. At most ten seconds, and we'll both be caught."

He turned to look at the co-pilot seat. Sitting there was Qian Rong, a kid who had just come of age, who had followed him for over half a month, now trembling while gripping his seatbelt.

Deng Ci gritted his back teeth and made a decision.

"Jue Ying! Open the side cabin door and catch my brother!"

Without waiting for Jue Ying to react, Deng Ci slammed his palm onto the co-pilot's ejection button.

Bang!

The cabin roof blew off, and Qian Rong, along with his seat, was violently ejected. His parachute snapped open in the gale.

Jue Ying was quick-witted; he slammed the rudder, and the iron-wing transport plane pulled a thrilling side tilt in the air. The mechanical gripper on the side of the fuselage extended, grabbing Qian Rong and his seat out of mid-air and dragging them into the cabin.

"Old Deng! What are you doing?!" Jue Ying roared in the communication channel.

"Take him and survive!" Deng Ci's voice was surprisingly calm.

He ripped off his headset, pushed the throttle of the Tier 5 Steel Horn heavy aircraft to the limit, and directly cut off all safety restrictions of the main control computer. The thick armor on the exterior of the fuselage emitted a teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing under the overload.

The Steel Horn aircraft carved a resolute arc in the air, turned its nose, and headed toward the red-and-white afterimage tearing through the sky.

"Come on! Monster!" Deng Ci roared, slamming the self-destruct button on the console while pulling the pilot's ejection ring.

Boom!

The ejection seat shot into the sky. The very second he cleared the cabin, the heavy, dozens-of-tons Tier 5 Steel Horn aircraft slammed solidly into the Xiao Hong Warrior. The fully loaded high explosives detonated over the glacier, and the intense firelight, mixed with high-temperature negative pressure, instantly engulfed that airspace.

Fire waves rolled.

Jue Ying stared fixedly at the rear-view screen, his fingers turning white as he gripped the joystick. How he wished this level of self-destruction could trade for one of that monster's arms, or even just cause a serious injury.

But reality was chillingly cruel.

In the dark red sea of fire, a pair of red-and-white wings violently flapped, directly tearing through the curtain of fire.

The Tier 7 Xiao Hong Warrior walked out unscathed. The high temperature and explosive fragments were all blocked half a meter away by that layer of invisible repulsion field; not even a scratch was left on the intricate armor he wore.

His pure white eyes had no fluctuations, only cold indifference toward the death throes of ants.

The wings behind him flapped again, his speed so fast that the radar couldn't capture it at all.

Bang!

Jue Ying felt his vision blur, and that red-and-white figure had already appeared directly in front of the iron-wing transport plane.

The Xiao Hong Warrior raised the dark red energy spear in his hand and, against the heavy armor, slashed down with the spear without any flair.

Rip!

The Tier 6 iron-wing armor was more brittle than paper in front of this spear. The fuselage was sliced open directly, and the gale poured in.

The plane lost control, spinning as it plummeted toward the glacier.

Jue Ying collapsed in a pool of blood, his vision beginning to blur.

Filled with unwillingness.

He had survived from the server launch until now, finally managed to upgrade to a Tier 6 transport plane, and was about to secure his footing on the wasteland, only to die in this dimensional crushing game where there was no room for resistance.

The spear was raised again, prepared to deliver a fatal blow.

Just at this critical moment.

"Boom—!"

A dull explosion suddenly erupted in the blind spot to the right of the Xiao Hong Warrior.

This was not an attack lock aiming directly at him, but a magic energy tracking missile deliberately offset from the target, precisely detonating in the airspace thirty meters behind and to the side of the Xiao Hong Warrior's body, without any warning!

A dark blue fireball expanded instantly.

Xiao Zhantian's intelligence was not wrong. These higher-dimensional monsters' ability to foresee danger only targeted direct malicious locks. Faced with such a blind-spot coordinate detonation with calculated lead time, that layer of invisible force field didn't trigger at all!

The violent magic energy shockwave slammed solidly into the Xiao Hong Warrior.

He was sent flying over a hundred meters by this immense force. The magnificent armor on his body was blasted with a deep crack, and dark red blood finally seeped out from the base of his wings.

The fatal blow was interrupted. Jue Ying endured the excruciating pain, his mouth full of blood as he pulled the remaining control levers. The iron-wing transport plane barely stabilized its fuselage, dragging thick smoke as it dove into the clouds below, escaping death.

The Xiao Hong Warrior stabilized his figure in mid-air, and for the first time, emotional fluctuations appeared in his pure white eyes.

That was the rage of a higher-dimensional being after being stung by an ant.

He turned his head to look in the direction the missile had come from.

The border between Kunlun East District and the South District.

Ten thousand meters above, the massive Lv.7 crimson hunter fighter jet hovered silently, like an dark red fortress overlooking the wasteland.

In the luxurious Captain's cabin, Yu Feng leaned back in his leather chair, watching the injured, bleeding bird-man on the big screen, a corner of his mouth curling into an arrogant sneer.

"Xiao Zhantian really didn't lie. Blind-firing from a perspective angle can break his health-lock hack."

Chu Yu stood to the side, watching the rapidly refreshing tactical data analysis: "Target's repulsion field did not trigger; it sustained substantial physical damage. As long as we don't lock the fire control radar onto him and only bomb the coordinate area where he is located, this monster is just a live target with a bit more health."

Yu Feng sat up straight, his fingers flying across the keyboard of the console.

"Since the health-lock is gone, then this game is playable."