143: Chapter 143 One Shot and It's Gone! This is what you call a piece of junk?

The moment the fire command was issued, the fire control radars of over a hundred North American Vanguard heavy fighters locked on simultaneously.

Scarlet locking beams interlaced into an airtight laser net, firmly enveloping the massive hull of the crimson hunter fighter jet.

On the outskirts of the ruins, Xiao Zhantian sat in the command aircraft, a layer of fine cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

“Boss, this foreign fleet's configuration is too ridiculous. They're all Tier 6 heavy aircraft. Will Boss Yu suffer a loss?” Zhao Xiaolan whispered into the communication channel, her tone full of worry.

Xiao Zhantian gritted his teeth and gripped the joystick with both hands: “We could walk sideways in District 360, but after the regional merger, these North American players clearly haven't been devastated by Hell-level difficulty. Their resources are incredibly fat. With thousands of fighters firing at once, our remnants going over there would just be a snack for them.”

Jue Ying was smoking on the other side, his hand shaking slightly. Ash fell onto the console, but he didn't even bother to flick it away: “We can only rely on God Yu now. Charging up there ourselves would just be giving away free kills.”

The sense of oppression brought by the disparity in military strength had the hearts of all Huaxia players in their throats.

Vastly different from the tension outside, the atmosphere inside the Captain's cabin of the crimson hunter fighter jet was of an entirely different style.

Yu Feng leaned lazily on a wide leather sofa, tossing a solid silver lighter in his hand. With a 'clack,' he flipped the lid, and a flame danced.

There was no fluctuation in the expression on his face, only a bit of impatience at having his peaceful sleep disturbed.

Shen Tiantian pulled a brilliant Tier 6 crystal core from the storage slot and slapped it into the premium charging slot with a backhand 'thwack.'

In the public channel, Smith's annoying voice was still echoing arrogantly.

“Ten!”

“Nine!”

“Yellow monkeys, your scrap metal is about to become real trash!” Smith held a freshly replaced glass of red wine, his tone incredibly punchable. “By the way, that blonde wildcat who insulted me just now—I've changed my mind. Once we capture you, I'll let every brother in the fleet teach you the rules one by one! I'll let you know what the North American Region's hospitality is all about!”

The countdown continued, and Smith seemed to enjoy this pleasure of dominating life and death.

Just as he counted to 'three.'

Directly below the nose of the crimson hunter fighter jet, two five-meter-diameter Magic Energy Vulcan Cannons let out a deafening charging roar.

The surrounding air distorted wildly under the extreme heat, as if space itself was being burned through. A blinding crimson light lit up at the muzzles, like a supernova about to explode, turning the surrounding dim remnants of toxic mist a bright red.

“Two.” Smith's voice hitched for a moment; he keenly sensed that something was wrong with the energy readings.

“BOOM—!”

A massive sound capable of shattering eardrums exploded over the Yunshen Secret Realm.

Two crimson magic energy beams, as thick as solid matter, tore through the sky. Carrying world-destroying high-dimensional energy, they slammed straight into the densest vanguard formation of the North American fleet.

The moment the beams swept past, there were no explosive flames, nor were there any screams of tearing metal.

The high-temperature beams directly vaporized dozens of Tier 5 and Tier 6 fighters—built with heavy investment—that stood in their way!

Not even a piece of metal wreckage larger than a fist was left behind. The fleet of fighters that had been flaunting their power just a second ago evaporated completely into the air.

The originally airtight North American vanguard formation was forcibly erased in a large area, forming an incredibly exaggerated charred vacuum zone.

It was as if someone had taken an eraser and casually swiped across a canvas, wiping away all living things and machines in that area.

“Crash.”

The expensive red wine glass in Smith's hand fell straight onto the deck, shattering into pieces. The deep red liquid splashed onto his combat boots.

He opened his mouth wide, making meaningless 'gurgle' sounds in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

The communication channel for the entire North American Region fell into a deathly silence. The brains of all foreign players crashed on the spot.

Dozens of high-tier fighters just vanished into thin air? What the hell level of weapon is this?

After a brief silence, the public channel for District 360 completely exploded.

“Holy shit! Vaporized in one shot!” Zhang Ji roared in the channel with his raspy voice, “Incredible!”

Fu Su tapped the keyboard frantically, lines of subtitles flooding the screen: “Alliance Leader is awesome! Alliance Leader is 666! Those foreigners are dumbfounded now!”

Li Jili joined in the cheering: “Give these uncultured hicks a little Huaxia shock! Wanting to collect protection fees? They should check who's the boss of this sky!”

Jue Ying spat out the cigarette butt that had burned down to his fingers and laughed wildly: “I knew it, before God Yu, all living beings are equal!”

Smith woke up from his extreme shock. Looking at the empty space ahead, his face turned the color of pig liver, and his shame-induced rage directly broke through the bottom line of his reason.

“Fuck! Fuck! All units attack! Bring down that red plane for me!” Smith roared hysterically, spit spraying onto the microphone, “All barrels fire! Focus fire at all costs! Blow them to pieces for me!”

Thousands of North American fighters pushed their engines to the limit simultaneously, and all weapon bay doors were opened.

Armor-piercing rounds, high-explosive missiles, and laser beams filled the sky like a torrential rain, overwhelming the crimson hunter fighter jet.

The deafening explosions merged into one, and the entire sky was completely swallowed by blinding firelight and thick black smoke.

The hearts of Xiao Zhantian and the others rose once more. A focus fire of this magnitude would level even a mountain.

A minute later, the bombardment stopped. The smoke was dispersed by the strong winds at high altitude.

The ferocious expression on Smith's face froze again.

That 180-ton crimson hunter fighter jet was hovering steadily in place. Its ultra-red nano-crystal steel hull, with its starry sky texture, gleamed with a dark red light in the dimness, without even a single dent.

The 5,000 points of absolute physical defense had forcibly turned the focus fire of thousands of fighters into ineffective scratching!

Let alone piercing the armor, not even a layer of paint had been scuffed off.

Inside the Captain's cabin, Yu Feng looked at the ammunition consumption forecast on the main control screen, his brow furrowing into a deep frown.

“Captain brother, the Vulcan Cannons are cooling down. We can use the autocannons to fight back.” Shen Tiantian was eager to try, her finger pressing on the fire button.

“Don't fire.” Yu Feng waved his hand. “These foreign server paupers don't have much loot on them.”

Sitting on the sofa, Su Nian covered her mouth and giggled: “Then how do we fight? We can't just stay here and let them hit us for nothing.”

Yu Feng stood up and walked to the main console. A wild, predatory grin appeared on his nonchalant face.

“An air battle doesn't necessarily have to use cannons.” Yu Feng reached out and gripped the throttle of the main console, his tone cold to the extreme. “Since I'm worried about the cost of firing, I'll give these white pigs a lesson in the most primitive physics of the wasteland today.”