67: Chapter 67 Classic Double-crossing? I only believe in overwhelming firepower!

At the same time, fifty kilometers behind the battlefield.

Five Lv.5 passenger planes with different emblems painted on them hid within the thick clouds. These belonged to the five alliance leaders of the Freelancer Alliance.

Instead of leading the charge, they gathered for a secret cloud meeting.

Inside the meeting channel, the atmosphere was arrogant and restless.

"The position of Chief Alliance Leader must belong to my Zongheng Alliance!"

The Zongheng Alliance Leader puffed on a cigar, his face full of fatty flesh.

"I have three thousand Level 3 passenger planes under my command!"

"Bullshit! My Leiting Alliance has the most high-level planes!" the Leiting Alliance Leader roared, slamming the table.

"I think our Zhanhun Alliance should lead the alliance; we were established first," the Zhanhun Alliance Leader stood up, refusing to back down.

The bickering continued intermittently for ten minutes.

The Zongheng Alliance Leader suddenly sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Alright, shut up. Do you really plan to lead those ten thousand plus idiots to their deaths?"

The other four were stunned.

"The Di Sha Alliance has nearly ten thousand heavy-firepower planes. How are we supposed to fight them?" A look of extreme cunning flashed in the Zongheng Alliance Leader's eyes.

"Those tens of thousands of freelancer planes are just bargaining chips in our hands. I've already contacted Tuoba Xiao in secret."

"We step in and make the freelancers pay a toll. In return, twenty percent of that toll will be split among the five of us. Not only can we enter Kunlun safely, but we can also make a fortune."

The Leiting Alliance Leader swallowed hard, greed flaring in his eyes. "Sell them out? What if the freelancers start a riot?"

"Riot? We'll just kill whoever leads the trouble. Might makes right." The Zongheng Alliance Leader looked smug.

"The five of us will ally to feast on the flesh and drink the blood of the freelancers. This is what it means to be a wise man who understands the times."

The five alliance leaders looked at each other and burst into arrogant laughter. They were extremely practiced in the art of betraying those beneath them.

Deep within the Extreme Cold Defense Line, at the Di Sha Alliance headquarters.

Tuoba Xiao sat on a tiger-skin chair, watching the clamoring of the Freelancer Alliance on the light screen, and snorted disdainfully.

"Alliance Leader, the people from the Zongheng Alliance are here for their twenty percent cut," a subordinate reported in a low voice.

"Give them jack shit." A murderous light appeared in Tuoba Xiao's eyes as he pressed the communication key for another secret channel.

"Alliance Leader Li, we've flushed them out. They're fifty kilometers behind us. I'll leave them to you."

On the other side of the light screen, Alliance Leader Li Tianbao sat on a luxurious throne, with two scantily clad women in his arms.

"A small matter. Even if tens of thousands of ants gather together, they are still just ants."

He hung up the communication.

Killing intent surged in Tuoba Xiao's eyes. "Prepare to close the net."

2:30 PM.

The five Freelancer Alliance leaders were still in their cloud meeting, dreaming of the wealth and glory they would find after entering Kunlun.

Suddenly, a deafening roar of propellers came from the sky. The sound waves pierced through the clouds.

A pitch-black helicopter, as massive as a mountain, appeared over the assembly point without warning.

The hull shimmered with the dark golden glow unique to Tier 7.

The Lv.7 netherworld armed helicopter, the ace of the Tianxia Alliance.

Following closely behind was the Di Sha Alliance's Lv.7 heavy fighter.

Before the five alliance leaders could react, their holographic radars were instantly filled with blinding red light.

"Lock-on complete. missile matrix, fire."

Li Tianbao's cold voice echoed publicly in the Regional Channel.

Five high-frequency guided aviation missiles trailed lethal plumes of fire, locking onto the five passenger planes in the meeting.

"No! This is impossible! We had a deal—" the Zongheng Alliance Leader screamed in despair, frantically pulling the control stick.

The armor of a Lv.5 passenger plane was as brittle as thin paper before an aviation missile.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Five massive orange-red fireballs exploded in sequence ten thousand meters up in the sky.

No emergency landings, no begging for mercy.

The five Level 5 planes disintegrated in mid-air, turning into burning debris that rained down onto the ice fields. The five Freelancer Alliance leaders were killed instantly.

The entire Regional Channel instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The tens of thousands of freelancer planes gathered below witnessed the entire process of their bosses being insta-killed.

The freelancer players, who were celebrating just a second ago, had their brains completely stall in this moment.

Without a leader, their formation instantly collapsed.

Thousands of planes scurried through the air like headless flies, causing continuous mid-air collisions.

"Dead? They're all dead?" Deng Ci, the Captain of the freelancer fleet, slumped in his seat, his hands shaking so much he couldn't hold the control stick.

Zhang Ningning stared at the Level 7 helicopter in the sky, tears and snot streaming down her face in panic.

Only wails of despair remained in the channel.

"We can't win... that's a Level 7 plane!"

"We surrender! We'll pay the toll!"

"Please let us through! We beg you!"

Tuoba Xiao's arrogant voice spread across the entire defense line through loudspeakers.

"Ungrateful bastards. Now, the toll is increased! If you can't pay, get out immediately! Anyone who dares to force their way through will be executed without mercy!"

The villain's arrogance was overwhelming, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

At 3:00 PM, a heavy blizzard raged in the Extreme Cold Rift.

As despair spread to its peak, thousands of freelancer planes lined up, obediently waiting to be plundered by the Di Sha Alliance.

From the distant horizon, a muffled roar like thunder suddenly sounded.

It wasn't a normal engine sound; it was a sonic boom.

A steel behemoth emitting faint blue electric arcs all over its body roughly tore through the thick ice clouds.

Its fuselage was 45 meters long, and its 120 tons of super nano crystal steel armor reflected a suffocating metallic glint in the sunlight.

The Lv.6 heavy-firepower armed passenger plane descended with overwhelming force.

Inside the cockpit, Yu Feng sat in a spacious command chair.

The holographic screen locked onto the Di Sha Alliance's Level 7 fighter, protected by layers of warplanes deep within the defense line.

That was the craft of the Di Sha Alliance's newly appointed vice alliance leader and diplomat.

"Captain Brother, are we going to ram right through them?" Shen Tiantian gripped the control stick, her large eyes filled with excitement.

"No rush." Yu Feng bit his cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. He glanced at the despairing freelancer fleet below, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Startling the snake was not in line with maximizing his interests.

His only target was that Level 7 plane; he wanted to get a Level 7 plane upgrade blueprint.

"Tiantian. Switch to the 360 Server Public Channel. Turn the volume of that phonograph up to the maximum."

"Roger that!"

The next second, the melodious and soothing classic love song "My Heart Will Go On" blared from the super-high-power broadcast of the dark passenger plane.

The clear female voice echoed over the bloody and oppressive battlefield, conveying a strong sense of absurdity and contrast.