I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 390 They're all ants
On the real Earth, the Chinese people watched the scenes unfolding on the training grounds with gritted teeth and boiling public opinion.

After refueling, pilot Zhao Dongyang and others headed back to the sea route.

As before, after shooing away a wave of Japanese planes, he lowered his altitude to observe the sea.

The waves on the sea surface became very smooth.

The white fog surrounding the sea seemed to have thinned a bit.

Zhao Dongyang squinted, trying to see more clearly, when suddenly his eyes narrowed and his scalp tingled.

"Report! The sea...the waves are frozen!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, drenching everyone whose emotions were as fiery as a volcanic eruption.

Oh no! The alien artwork is about to enter the next stage!

Yuan Lang said urgently in a hoarse voice, "Tell the fishermen to retreat, retreat immediately!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Zhao Dongyang quickly pulled up and took off, looking back as he climbed higher.

Below the plane, the white fog caused by the sudden drop in temperature completely disappeared, revealing an endless expanse of deep blue ice.

These ice sheets are rising at an extremely rapid rate and are gradually approaching the aircraft.

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

Zhao Dongyang was completely bewildered.

He was flying a J-20, with a climb rate of 350 meters per second.

How could the ice sheet grow faster than its ascent rate?

No matter how confused he was, gradually, the plane started flying close to the ice again.

The solidified dark blue waves rolled past beneath the wings.

Zhao Dongyang dared not land on the ice.

Because the Japanese fighter jets that were being caught up by the ice field were completely frozen as soon as they touched the ice.

"Continue flying towards the control tower!"

Zhao Dongyang risked his life and finally reached land just before touching the ice field. He glanced back and saw a straight edge rushing past beneath his fuselage, revealing the shimmering liquid ocean below.

Above him was a vast, dark blue ice field that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Frozen in the ice field are many fish with their mouths wide open, dolphins preparing to leap out of the sea, crabs crawling in the crevices of rocks, seaweed swaying with the waves, and hundreds of civilian fishing boats and warships from the Kingdom of Sakura.

This ice sheet is rising at an even faster rate.

Zhao Dongyang hesitated for only a second before deciding to control the plane to climb upwards.

The J-20's performance has been developed to its limit; it is like a bird, chasing the ice field and challenging the limits of the sky.

Finally, Zhao Dongyang saw what the ice field really was.

This is an irregular block of ice with a smooth surface. The waves and warships that were once frozen are now easily scraped away as if by a giant hand with a file.

The ice was extremely cold; the warship's hull, crafted with the finest human technology, crumbled like a brittle biscuit under an invisible force. Then, like garbage, it was swept off the ice field.

Out of the corner of Zhao Dongyang's eye, he caught a glimpse of a Japanese navy officer. He was like a glass doll, remaining perfectly still as he plummeted straight into the sea.

With a tremendous impact, the glass figure shattered with a crack. Bright red crystal fragments floated on the sea surface.

He is not alone.

All objects or organisms that affect the smoothness of the ice sheet surface meet the same fate.

"Beep beep beep... Alarm! Alarm!"

The J-20 has reached its limit and is sounding a sharp alarm.

At this moment, due to the extreme operation, Zhao Dongyang almost fell into a coma, but with his strong will, he activated the radar to scan and returned to base at the last second.

The ice sheet is 800 kilometers long, 230 kilometers wide, and 10 kilometers thick.

At this moment, both inside and outside the trial grounds, a profound silence fell.

Below the level of aliens, all are ants.

The data is fabricated.

The J-8II has a climb rate of 224 meters per second, which the J-20 certainly surpasses.