"Captain, I'm airborne and heading for the airspace over Wheat Field Three."
Zhang Hao's voice came over the comms channel, tinged with an irrepressible excitement.
"Roger!"
"Stay safe, and take out every last one of those arsonist bastards for me!"
"Understood!"
Activating [Spiritual Vision], Han Feng's view of the world instantly changed.
Below, the burning wheat fields were a sea of orange-red fire.
And in the sky at the edge of this fiery sea, five black-robed figures riding Flying Demon Beasts radiated a glaring, dark-red light.
They were exceptionally conspicuous in the night, their forms perfectly clear.
They were still circling arrogantly, occasionally tossing incendiaries down below.
'Found you.'
A cold glint flashed in Han Feng's eyes as he rested his right index finger on the Machine Cannon's firing button.
He didn't charge straight at them. Instead, from an altitude of 1,500 meters, he aimed the nose of his plane at the most brazen of the targets.
