Wang Ye's muscle fibers stretched to the extreme, with the tremor of his entire muscles and tendons emitting the mournful sound of material limits,
As his body gradually descended, driven by gravity, he got closer and closer to the tail of the aircraft, and even closer to the nozzle that spouted flames of thousands of degrees,
The source of the fighter jet's power—the nozzle continuously emitted Mach rings, clearly indicating formidable destructive power, which would melt ordinary steel in less than ten seconds if aimed directly at it.
Yet the flames at such temperatures merely reddened Wang Ye's skin slightly.
However, the few remaining pieces of cloth on him emitted a strong burnt odor.
The fabric that hadn't been completely incinerated by supersonic running was now entirely obliterated by the flames.
Yet his exposed body did not give any sense of ugliness,
