High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 93 The Underworld Embryo Escapes Earth, Han Feng Changes Planes and Soars Again

A violent shockwave swept outwards from him.

Lei Zhen and Wang Defa were forced back more than ten steps by this blood energy containing the destructive power of the Opening Acupoint Realm.

Large sections of the hard concrete ground were torn up and shattered under the violent impact.

The crimson light swiftly split in two in mid-air. A small ball of crimson light twisted and wriggled, instantly splitting into hundreds of crimson worms.

These insects emitted a nauseating stench and lunged at Lei Zhen and Wang Defa, a completely suicidal delaying tactic.

The remaining, most concentrated ball of blood-red light swirled in the air, tightly enveloping the pulsating [Nether Embryo] in mid-air.

The crimson light suddenly shot upwards, flying desperately towards the western edge of the farm at a speed exceeding the limits of a normal martial artist's burst of power.

The trajectory was unpredictable, shifting left and right, so much so that even a peak-level expert in the Opening Realm of Dynamic Vision could not accurately pinpoint its landing point.

High in the sky. Han Feng sat in the cockpit of the "Alice" fighter jet, his eyes filled with a blue halo of [Spiritual Vision].

The crimson light enveloping the fetus surged wildly in the blood mist below, its high-dimensional energy radiation extremely dazzling.

But the flight path was too strange.

Han Feng tentatively pressed down on the control stick with his right hand, immediately abandoning his plan for direct air-to-air interception.

The muzzle velocity of a 30mm cannon is simply not enough to catch up with this level of Blood Escape Technique.

But he keenly observed where the blood-red light ultimately went.

That was the huge hole left by a second-order tunnel worm that had just emerged from the ground below the west wall.

Han Feng channeled his inner energy into his hands and yanked the trigger.

The machine gun finished preheating, and several armor-piercing incendiary rounds were fired.

Instead of firing at the elusive streak of blood, he precisely unleashed his shells onto the soil at the edge of the hole.

The mud pillar shot into the sky, and the flames of the explosion tore a conspicuous coordinate point through the thick blood mist.

Ground defense line.

The Vulcan cannon on Lei Zhen's mechanical right arm fired wildly, turning the oncoming blood-red worms into large patches of purplish-black pus.

Wang Defa then brandished his thick-backed broadsword, and his earth-yellow, rock-like inner energy shattered all the sluggish insects.

Just as the two finished dealing with the trouble in front of them, they heard the sound of machine gun explosions coming from under the west wall.

Without uttering a single word, Lei Zhen unleashed a terrifying speed with his massive body, hurtling through the air as he headed straight for the coordinates.

Wang Defa followed closely behind, carrying a large knife.

The streak of blood-red light carrying the fetus of the underworld had barely entered the cave when Lei Zhen slammed heavily against the edge of the cave entrance.

With his true qi, a peak-stage Qi-enhancing technique, fully activated, he leaped directly into the bottomless pit.

Wang Defa also jumped down.

Deep underground.

The two chased each other at full speed for over a hundred meters along the sloping passage.

Suddenly, the space opened up, revealing a huge underground cavity.

Before Lei Zhen could even see where the bloody light had gone, a foul stench swept over him from ahead.

The three enormous second-order tunnel worms completely blocked the already narrow underground passage.

This was the last line of defense left by the Blood Feeding Cult to escort the fetus during its retreat.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Lei Zhen roared. The psionic vulcan cannon on his right arm emitted an overclocked shriek, and the metal jet slammed directly into the forehead of the foremost worm.

Wang Defa slashed out with his broadsword, and the earthen-yellow blade energy unleashed a terrifying cutting force in the narrow underground space.

The fierce battle lasted less than thirty seconds.

The three-headed, second-tier worm was shredded into a pile of minced meat by the two of them working together.

But time was completely wasted.

The enormous insect carcasses, along with the highly corrosive bodily fluids they frantically spewed before their deaths, mixed with the collapsed soil and rocks, completely blocked the passage ahead.

The blood-red light carrying the [Nether Embryo] had long since vanished into the depths of the earth's veins, leaving no trace.

"boom!"

Lei Zhen slammed his fist into the rock wall beside him, causing soil to fall from the entire underground cavity.

"Since the establishment of Jinsui Farm, I have never suffered such a loss!" Lei Zhen gritted his teeth, his single eye filled with murderous intent.

High in the air, Han Feng looked at the underground heat source that had completely disappeared from the radar and knew that the pursuit had failed.

The ammunition boxes under the belly of the "Alice" were empty, and it couldn't even fire a single machine gun shot.

On the instrument panel, the red warning light of the psionic battery was flashing wildly.

We must land to resupply.

Han Feng lowered the nose of the plane and swooped down toward the dilapidated runway, which had less than eighty meters of track remaining.

The fighter jets roared down, their landing gear slamming heavily onto the runway.

Only a few dozen meters from the massive chasm at the end, at this speed, conventional braking would definitely send them crashing into the crack.

Han Feng placed both palms on the control panel, and his Qi and blood, which were at the late stage of the eighth level of Body Tempering, surged out.

The master-level "Sword Control Technique" took full control. An invisible, powerful pulling force was generated out of thin air, firmly "pulling" the fuselage from behind.

The tires screeched wildly on the ground, emitting a strong, burnt smell.

The fighter jet traced an exaggerated "Z" shape on the runway, violently dissipating its enormous forward momentum to both sides.

Ultimately, the fighter jet's nose hovered less than three meters from the edge of the crack.

The engine noise gradually subsided.

As soon as they came to a stop, Gu Yun pounced on them like a madman.

His hands roamed freely over the fighter jet's smooth skin, his eyes wide as he inspected every seam and weapon hardpoint.

After confirming that there wasn't even a single obvious scratch on the fuselage, Gu Yun breathed a long sigh of relief.

Han Feng pushed open the cockpit canopy, flipped off the plane, patted Gu Yun on the shoulder, and casually reported the results: "Four missiles, four tunnel worms, all wiped out."

Gu Yun stood there stunned, the pain on his face instantly replaced by an extreme joy.

One fighter jet took off and single-handedly destroyed four Tier 2 targets. If this achievement were placed in the city defense army's ace flight squadron, it would be enough for Young Master Gu to brag about for a whole year.

"Awesome! Absolutely amazing!"

Gu Yun was overjoyed, gesturing wildly, "After this battle, I'll get Alice a brand new swimsuit with the latest paint job!"

Zhang Hao strode over, not having time to listen to Gu Yun's nonsense.

Behind Zhang Hao, several ground crew members were pushing a fully replenished standard Peregrine fighter jet into the arena.

"The machine gun is fully loaded with ammunition, and all four high-explosive air-to-air missiles are fully loaded."

Zhang Hao pointed at the fighter jet and spoke very quickly, "The defense line is under too much pressure. We can only rely on you in the air."

Without wasting any words, Han Feng rushed straight to the new fighter jet and nimbly climbed into the cockpit.

With the hatch closed, the blood and energy flow directly connect to the fighter jet's energy center.

It's another eighty-meter takeoff distance.

Han Feng once again resorted to his unreasonable and violent tactics.

The fighter jet skimmed the rubble along the edge of the crack, shooting into the sky with a dazzling trail of flame.

This time, Han Feng did not hover at low altitudes searching for prey.

He pulled the control stick back with both hands, pointing the nose of the aircraft straight upwards.

One kilometer.

Two kilometers.

Three thousand meters!

The thick, oppressive dark red blood mist was completely left behind by the rapidly ascending fighter jet.

The moment we broke through the fog, our vision opened up dramatically.

A bright, full moon hangs high in the night sky, the starlight is cool and clear.

The air around them was fresh and free of any impurities, a completely different world from the battlefield below, which was filled with slaughter and filth.