66: Chapter 66: Harvesting all the韭菜 (a metaphor for inexperienced players) and winning big! Perfect items fill the final gap.

9:00 AM the following morning.

Above the Extreme Cold Ice Plains, violent winds raged, mixed with ice shards.

In the top right corner of every surviving player's vision, a crimson system countdown was ticking down relentlessly.

[Kunlun Main Quest Countdown: 23 hours, 59 minutes, 32 seconds]

Above the Desolate Continent, thousands of planes, large and small, were desperately racing toward the Kunlun Main Peak.

Their fuselages were covered in thick frost, and their engines emitted overburdened screams.

The atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme. Arriving late meant death; encountering high-tier mutants meant death; being blocked by the Di Sha Alliance also meant death.

In the center of the main flight path, the clouds were suddenly torn open by an incredibly violent force.

A steel behemoth, radiating a deep blue spectral light, surged forward. It was 45 meters long with a 38-meter wingspan, its four Thunder Engines spitting out trails of ghostly blue electric arcs.

The 120-ton super nano crystal steel fuselage crushed the air, letting out a dull, sonic-boom-like roar.

A massive shadow was cast below.

The Level 3 and Level 4 passenger planes struggling to fly nearby frantically scrambled to both sides to make way.

"Damn, with this firepower configuration, is this a Star Destroyer?"

"Full coverage of super nano crystal steel? Even if you dug up every ruin on the server, you couldn't gather this much!"

Deng Ci, the Captain of the Freelancer fleet, gripped his Control stick tightly, his eyes wide as he stared at the four 80mm aerial autocannons on the side of the giant plane.

He swallowed hard, his palms drenched in cold sweat.

Deng Ci pressed the communicator, his voice trembling: "Inform the brothers, move in at full speed!

If we can recruit this big shot to join our Freelancer Alliance, the Di Sha Alliance's blockade won't mean a thing!"

Just as he was about to push the throttle, a dozen red dots suddenly flashed on the radar screen.

An elite fighter squadron painted with lightning logos intercepted from the flank at high speed, forcibly blocking the way of Deng Ci's fleet.

Leading them was a well-equipped Lv. 5 armed passenger plane.

Deng Ci slammed his fist onto the console, his face full of resentment. That was the Leiting Alliance's fleet—one of the five major freelancer powers.

With a local power like this stepping in, a small group like theirs with only a dozen planes didn't even have the right to speak.

The Leiting Alliance's fleet quickly spread out, forming a loose semi-encirclement as they closed in on the dark passenger plane.

A Lv. 4 fighter jet emerged from the group and pulled up close to the starboard side of the dark passenger plane.

Inside the cockpit, Zhang Ningning was wrapped in a stiff, black military overcoat, her hands clad in fingerless gloves.

She pressed the broad-spectrum broadcast button and sent a video call request.

"This is the Leiting Alliance. Friends ahead, please connect to the video feed."

Inside the dark passenger plane.

Shen Tiantian sat cross-legged on a leather swivel chair at the co-pilot's station, her fair, tender feet bare.

She wore a clean, crisp, oversized white shirt, her lower half seemingly bare. She held a tactical tablet in her left hand and a glass of mixue ice orange with ice cubes in her right.

Hearing the request, she turned toward the sofa in the back: "Captain Brother, someone wants a video call with us."

Yu Feng leaned against the back of the sofa, a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, eyes closed as he rested.

"Connect it."

A holographic screen unfolded above the console.

Zhang Ningning's face appeared on the left side of the screen, while Shen Tiantian's image appeared on the right.

The moment their eyes met, Zhang Ningning froze completely.

What was she seeing? A spacious cabin kept at a constant 28 degrees, crystal chandeliers, and spotless leather seats.

The girl piloting the plane had fair, translucent skin, hair that smelled of freshly used shampoo, and she was actually holding an iced drink!

Meanwhile, she herself hadn't washed her face in five days and had to strictly Control her daily water intake.

A surge of intense bitterness and jealousy rushed to Zhang Ningning's head, causing her features to twist slightly.

She suppressed the extreme sense of unfairness in her heart, lifted her chin, and struck a haughty pose.

"We are the Freelancer Alliance, formed by the five major powers.

Currently, the alliance has gathered over ten thousand planes, with five Lv. 5 passenger planes overseeing us! We are currently selecting the Alliance Chairman."

Zhang Ningning raised her voice, her tone carrying a deliberate sense of charity and temptation,

"Your plane model looks decent. Join us, follow the alliance's orders, and we will face the Di Sha Alliance's blockade together. This is your only chance to survive."

Shen Tiantian blinked her large eyes and took a sip of the iced juice, looking somewhat dazed and cute:

"Ten thousand planes? Is that a lot?"

Zhang Ningning's face turned pale with anger.

Yu Feng slowly opened his eyes, took the cigarette from his mouth, and didn't even glance at the screen.

"Tiantian, shut off the feed. Accelerate and ram through."

An incredibly cold and hard command was issued. There was not a shred of hesitation.

"Got it!" Shen Tiantian replied cheerfully, her fair finger cutting the communication immediately.

She gripped the Control stick with both hands, her thumb pressing down hard on the Thunder Engine's limit thrust button.

"BOOM—!!!"

Ghostly blue electric arcs instantly flared up. The dark passenger plane surged from cruising speed to Mach 3.

A terrifying sonic boom exploded in mid-air.

The 120-ton super nano crystal steel fuselage didn't change direction at all, arrogantly ramming straight toward Zhang Ningning.

"You're crazy!" Zhang Ningning screamed. She desperately yanked the brake lever, and her fighter jet rolled to the right to dodge at the last possible second.

The dark passenger plane roared past, narrowly missing her wing.

The violent wake and ghostly blue arcs instantly engulfed Zhang Ningning's fighter jet.

The dashboard sparked wildly, and the entire plane lost balance, tumbling over a dozen times in the air before barely stabilizing.

Zhang Ningning's forehead slammed hard against the dashboard, and blood began to flow.

"Bastard! I gave them a chance, and they threw it back in my face!"

Clutching her bleeding forehead, Zhang Ningning shrieked into the guild channel, her voice dripping with venom,

"Alliance Leader! They rammed right through us! They don't respect our alliance at all!"

A cold laugh came from the Leiting Alliance channel.

"It's just a crappy Level 6 plane, does he really think he's invincible? The Di Sha Alliance has deployed five thousand heavy-firepower units ahead; going in alone is just suicide."

The voice of a guild executive was filled with schadenfreude,

"Ignore him. Let him go scout and act as cannon fodder to drain the Di Sha Alliance's ammunition.

Notify the other guild leaders to hurry up and vote. We must select the Chairman of the Freelancer Alliance today."

Zhang Ningning stared fixedly at the receding red dot on the holographic radar, gritting her teeth:

"I want to see how the Di Sha Alliance's cannons turn that pair of bastards into mincemeat!"

At ten thousand meters high, the dark passenger plane accelerated steadily.

Shen Tiantian turned her swivel chair and looked at Yu Feng, her large eyes showing a hint of confusion:

"Captain Brother, there are over ten thousand planes. Wouldn't it be better to let them stay in front as cannon fodder? Why did you refuse?"

Yu Feng stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked to the pilot's station. He reached out and ruffled Shen Tiantian's hair.

"A team thrown together temporarily doesn't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder."

Yu Feng looked at the rolling sea of clouds ahead, his voice carrying an absolute coldness,

"When they face the Di Sha Alliance's cannon fire, those freelancers' first reaction will be to turn and run, letting others take the hit. Weaklings huddling together are still just weaklings."

Yu Feng leaned one hand on the console, a warlord-like cruel light flashing in his eyes.

Establishing the Yufeng Alliance before was only to secretly collect low-level materials and avoid exposing the secret of the magic energy furnace.

"The strong do not need to negotiate with anyone. As long as the firepower is enough to cover the entire airspace, we just crush our way through.

What I want is not to break the blockade; what I want is to slaughter the entire high-ranking leadership of the Di Sha Alliance."

Shen Tiantian looked at Yu Feng's rugged profile, her heart thumping, the admiration in her eyes almost overflowing.

"Captain Brother is the coolest!"

The alloy door opened. Su Nian walked in, her high heels clicking.

She wore a tight black fashionable leather jacket, the zipper only half-up, her ample assets swaying dominantly with her steps.

Holding a data panel, she walked over to Yu Feng and naturally leaned against his arm.

"Brother Yu Feng, last night's bounty acquisition was extremely successful."

Su Nian tapped the holographic projection, and rows of resource data were listed,

"In total, we received 30 Rank 6 crystal cores and 2 Rank 7 crystal cores. Five hundred tons of high explosives.

Countless conventional bullets and medical supplies. Sister Shuang's side has also finished extracting all the gas bombs."

Yu Feng nodded slightly. The allure of super nano crystal steel was indeed terrifying; players across the entire Desolate Continent were working themselves to the bone for him.

"And there's this."

Su Nian flipped her wrist and took out a short scepter about half a meter long from her storage space.

The scepter was dark gray, with a cracked, grayish-white gemstone embedded at the top.

Eerie ripples faintly radiated from within the gemstone.

"Jue Ying, that solo player, brought it. He wanted some super nano crystal steel to upgrade his plane."

Su Nian handed the scepter to Yu Feng,

"System appraisal says it's a Perfect-grade supernatural item: the stasis scepter."

Yu Feng took the scepter.

[stasis scepter. Perfect-grade supernatural item.]

[Effect: Locks a specific area ahead. Forcibly strips all targets within the area of physical kinetic energy and energy flow. Stasis duration: 5 seconds.]

[Cooldown: 24 hours.]

Yu Feng looked at the description on the panel, his lips slowly curling into a bloodthirsty arc.

A forced 5-second stasis—this was practically a god-tier skill.

The two Magic Energy Vulcan Cannons under the nose, fueled by high-tier crystal cores, required a 5-second charge time for each shot.

This was the only tactical weakness. If an opponent was too fast or had high-frequency evasion devices, it was easy to dodge the main cannon's lethal beam.

Now, this stasis scepter perfectly filled that gap.

Freeze. Charge. Fire.

The armor and evasion that the Di Sha Alliance was so proud of would be nothing more than sitting ducks under his absolute firepower.

After traveling for a while, they were a hundred kilometers away from the Extreme Cold Rift.

Violent winds tore through the snow-filled sky. The dark passenger plane hovered in mid-air, its belly searchlights shining directly onto the cliffs at the bottom of the rift.

On the edge of the cliff perched thirty massive Rank 4 Flame Giant Eagles. Their territory invaded, the thirty giant eagles flapped their wings and screeched, spitting out burning fireballs and diving toward the plane.

"It seems the intelligence was correct; there really are some special Flame Giant Eagles here."

Yu Feng leaned back on the leather sofa, holding a cup of hot coffee.

"Su Nian, clear the area. Yutong, call out the positions."

Ding Yutong's eyes took on a faint shimmer: "Fifteen on the left, ten on the right, five directly ahead. Distance: eight hundred meters."

"Leave it to me, Brother Yu Feng."

Su Nian walked to the console in her high heels and placed her hands on the fire-Control sensor orbs.

C-rank Fire Magic surged, and dozens of high-explosive fireballs roared out, accurately intercepting the Flame Giant Eagles' attacks in the air.

The violent explosion shockwaves left the thirty giant eagles with scorched feathers, sending them tumbling and falling.

Ling Yanxue stepped forward. Her eyes lit up with the spiritual glow of her D-rank 'Control' ability.

Her vast mental power acted like an invisible net, instantly shrouding the heavily injured flock of eagles.

The shrill eagle cries stopped abruptly. The thirty Rank 4 Flame Giant Eagles folded their wings and knelt in the snow in unison, their eyes filled with submissive fervor.

"Collect." With a thought from Yu Feng, the thirty fire eagles vanished into thin air, appearing in the livestock area of his Portable Space.

He finished his coffee in one gulp and stood up, walking toward the depths of the cabin.

Pushing open the metal door of the secret room, Yu Feng closed his eyes, and his consciousness dove directly into his Portable Space.

Deep within the space, the magic energy furnace burned with eerie purple-red flames. Dozens of containers were neatly stacked, filled with C4 high-explosive drones that Shen Tiantian had worked through the night to make, along with three hundred thousand rounds of 80mm tungsten alloy armor-piercing shells.

Without hesitation, Yu Feng threw several thousand units of super nano crystal steel into the furnace and then poured in a hundred thousand armor-piercing shells.

System notification sounds went off one after another.

[Ding! Purification successful. Triggered a supreme critical hit!]

[Obtained: 100,000 rounds of mithril high-explosive armor-piercing shellss!]

[Obtained: 5,000 Perfect-grade high-frequency intelligent hover mines!]

Yu Feng didn't even look and continued pouring in ammunition. Since he was going to carpet-bomb the area, the lethality had to be stacked until it overflowed.

At a nearby workbench, Ling Yanshuang, wearing a white lab coat, pushed several large canisters of dark green liquid toward Yu Feng.

"A product of my F-rank Research ability," Ling Yanshuang said, turning her face away with a tsundere tone. "High-concentration hallucinogenic gas. A single drop can cause all living things within a thousand meters to lose their minds and fail to distinguish friend from foe."

Yu Feng reached out and pinched her chin, his thumb stroking her fair cheek: "Good job. This batch will be used to give the Di Sha Alliance an extra treat."

Ling Yanshuang's cheeks flushed, and she slapped his hand away: "Stop being so handsy, go do your work."

Yu Feng chuckled, and his consciousness exited the space. The hidden ammunition cards he needed were all gathered.

2:00 PM.

The messages in the Regional Channel were scrolling so fast they were a blur.

Tens of thousands of freelancer players were frantically spamming messages to build momentum.

"Freelancer Alliance assembly complete! Leiting, Zongheng, Aoshi, Fengmang, and Zhanhun—the five major powers are leading the way!"

"Over ten thousand planes are moving up! Even if everyone just spat once, we'd drown the Di Sha Alliance's defense line!"

"We will never pay the toll! Di Sha Alliance, prepare to die!"

The resentment of the low-level freelancers who had been oppressed for so long turned into blind optimism through their blind huddling. They truly believed that numerical superiority could bridge the chasm of level differences.