High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 94 Missile Enters the Hole! Seven Peak Second-Tier Encirclement Fighters

At an altitude of three thousand meters, the air is cold and thin.

Han Feng hovered his "Peregrine" fighter jet under the night sky.

Below, a thick, dark red blood mist, like an overturned giant red bowl, tightly enveloped the entire Golden Harvest Farm.

He gripped the control stick with both hands, and the sword bones within his body, which had undergone forty-five percent transformation, emitted a long, metallic resonance.

The immense blood and energy from the late stage of the eighth level of Body Tempering flowed smoothly into the fighter jet's control center through his arms.

[Spiritual Vision] talent at full power.

The world, in our eyes, sheds its physical appearance and transforms into countless energy lines of varying thicknesses.

He looked down from his vantage point, his gaze sweeping across the wilderness surrounding the farm like a comb.

He is waiting.

Wait for that ball of high-dimensional energy, enough to ignite all the madness tonight, to resurface.

The lead box used to block out the aura had been torn off by the assassin who had blown it up. The foul essence of the Netherworld Fetus level could not be hidden from his eyes once it left the thick rock layer of the earth's veins.

At the same time, fifty meters underground.

Xue Si was running frantically along the narrow tunnel that the Earth Dragon Gu had opened up in advance.

His head, mutated into the features of an annelid, was covered in slime, and he was panting heavily.

"A deep rumble came from the depths of the tunnel behind us, and the soil beneath our feet trembled violently."

Lei Zhen and Wang Defa, two experts at the Qi Opening Realm, unleashed their true energy without reservation, directly destroying the earth's vein structure.

Tons of rocks and soil crashed down, completely blocking the passage behind.

The pursuers have been cut off.

Xue Si's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

He looked down at the dense, blood-red light cradling his chest. At the center of the light was a fist-sized [Netherworld Embryo].

It is emitting an extremely uneasy palpitation.

On the surface of the fetus, there is also a tiny, illusory, blood-red Gu worm phantom, which is the mark left by Chang Ding before his death, using his last bit of obsession to protect this sacred object.

"Long Nail, I owe you my life."

Xue Si gritted his teeth and pushed his speed to the limit.

This escape route is five kilometers long and leads directly to the foothills of the Black Wind Mountains outside the farm.

Once we emerge from the ground and reunite with the old deacon, today's battle will be considered a resounding victory for the Blood Feeding Cult.

Five minutes later, on a rocky slope fifteen kilometers outside the farm.

Beneath a seemingly ordinary gray-brown boulder, the soil liquefies silently.

Blood Four's enormous body emerged from the ground like an eel.

He immediately activated the remaining blood energy within his body to completely suppress the aura emanating from the surrounding area.

Then, like a giant lizard crawling close to the ground, it used both hands and feet to dart rapidly towards a hidden cave several hundred meters away.

That is, in the less than one second that the blood appeared.

High in the sky, Han Feng's eyes suddenly stung.

In the gray-white vision of the [Spiritual Vision], a dazzling ball of energy suddenly exploded on the northwest edge of the farm.

The immense human life essence, at its peak, was tightly entangled with a cold, violent, and filthy force, as conspicuous as a red signal flare in the night.

found it.

Han Feng slammed the rudder pedal to the floor and pushed the throttle valve hard with both hands.

The twin engines of the Peregrine fighter jet roared deafeningly.

Without any unnecessary circling or confirmation, the fighter jet performed a large-angle lateral roll at an altitude of 3,000 meters.

The nose of the plane was pointed straight at that coordinate, and it swooped down like a meteorite. The gale tore at the fuselage skin, and the airflow scraped against the edges of the wings, creating a sharp, sizzling sound.

Inside the hidden cave.

Blood Four staggered into the cave, slammed one knee on the ground, and raised the ball of blood light enveloping the [Nether Embryo] high with both hands.

"Sir! The item has been brought out! The long nail—it's been martyred!"

The old deacon in black robes suddenly stood up, his white bone scepter trembling.

He grabbed the purplish-black tumor, greedily sensing the terrifying life force emanating from it.

"Great! Excellent!"

The old deacon burst into laughter, his withered face scrunched up. "The soul of Long Nail has returned to the Blood God; that is his glory!"

Blood Four, you deserve the most credit this time!

"Upon returning to headquarters, I will personally report to the Council of Elders that the vacancy for the bloodline is yours alone!"

Blood Four, his face contorted with fanaticism, kowtowed repeatedly: "I am willing to die for the Church for generations! My lord, the defenses at the farm haven't collapsed yet, but Lei Zhen is in a killing frenzy. We must retreat immediately!"

The old deacon fiddled with the unborn child in his hand, in high spirits, and was about to turn around and order its transfer.

A low-ranking cultist who had been keeping watch at the cave entrance tumbled in, his voice cracking: "Deacon! There's a plane swooping down this way! It's going incredibly fast!"

The old deacon didn't even lift his eyelids, letting out a cold laugh through his nose: "What's the panic? The runway and air defense positions at Golden Harvest Farm are all destroyed. What kind of trouble can a broken support plane cause?"

The cave passages were winding and filled with irregularly shaped load-bearing rock pillars. Could his machine gun shells have somehow managed to fly in around corners?

Upon hearing the words "airplane" and "turn," Xue Si, who was kneeling on the ground, felt a chill run down his spine.

His mind flashed instantly to the image of those second-tier tunnel worms below the helipad, chased into the ground by missiles and blown into mincemeat.

That guidance method, which completely defied common sense in physics and fire control theory, became his biggest nightmare tonight.

"Scatter! Lie down!"

Xue Si roared fiercely, then lunged like a madman into a dead end deep within the cave.

That's too late.

Outside the cave, a thousand meters below the ground.

Han Feng forcefully straightened the fuselage, his blood and qi surging wildly into the control panel. He unleashed the full power of his master-level "Sword Technique: Divine Sensing".

"go."

A flash of light appeared on the right pylon of the fighter jet. A psionic air-to-air missile, loaded with high-energy armor-piercing explosive, trailed a dark blue flame as it detached from the pylon.

Conventional radar is completely incapable of pinpointing the complex terrain inside the cave, but Han Feng doesn't need radar at all.

A wisp of his spiritual power was tightly wrapped around the array pattern at the tip of the missile, and his high-dimensional [Spiritual Vision] vision perfectly overlapped with the missile's physical sensors.

The missile was about to crash into the boulder at the cave entrance the moment it approached.

Han Feng gritted his teeth, frantically issuing micro-management commands in his mind.

This killing machine, which is more than two meters long, tilted to the left inexplicably in mid-air, leaving an extremely brutal "Z"-shaped trajectory.

The missile's fins scraped almost against the rough surface of the boulder, leaving a trail of dazzling sparks as it deftly grazed the tricky angle and precisely burrowed into the dark cave.

What followed was a catastrophic release of energy.

"boom-!"

A huge, orange-red fireball expanded inside the cave.

The violent shockwaves, unable to find an outlet in the confined space, could only frantically squeeze and bounce against each other.

Those peripheral cultists who hadn't even had time to react were torn apart on the spot by the high-pressure airflow before they could even scream, their internal organs and severed limbs covering the rock wall.

The core of the explosion.

The old deacon reacted at the last tenth of a second.

He gritted his teeth and slammed his bone staff heavily on the ground. He squeezed out all the pent-up blood energy that had accumulated in his body over the years in one go.

Countless pale, withered bones mixed with purplish-black, viscous flesh and blood surged up from the ground, solidifying in front of him into a giant flesh and bone shield half a meter thick.

The explosive metal storm slammed heavily onto the bone shield.

"Click, click"

The ear-piercing cracking sounds blended together.

Even a defensive secret technique capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a Qi Opening Realm cultivator would be inadequate against modern psionic heavy firepower in such a confined terrain.

The bone shield exploded, and the remaining impact slammed into the old deacon's chest.

He flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing into the cave wall, and spitting out a mouthful of black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

The sternum was deeply indented, and the right arm used for casting spells was twisted and broken at an odd angle.

If it weren't for this shield, he would have been blown to ashes on the spot.

"Scum!!!"

The old deacon crawled out of the rubble, his hair disheveled, his already gloomy face now completely distorted.

After three years of planning and the loss of so many elite troops, just when they were about to succeed, their lair was blocked and bombed by a broken plane whose code name was unknown!

A humiliating disgrace.

He has completely gone mad.

The old deacon suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out three mouthfuls of his most primal, viscous semen.

The essence and blood did not fall to the ground, but instead transformed into a dense, unyielding crimson blood mist in mid-air.

He suddenly swung his remaining left arm, sending the blood mist swirling back into the deepest part of the cave.

There, seven enormous flying monsters, originally intended as mounts for high-altitude evacuations, lay prostrate.

These demonic beasts were already wounded, and when they were drenched in the primordial blood, they let out extremely miserable howls.

The Blood Feeding Cult's secret technique: Berserk!

The seven-headed demon beast's eyes instantly turned blood red, its muscles bulged high, and countless purplish-black blood vessels emerged from beneath its fur.

Originally at the peak of the first rank, the aura surged wildly under the forceful catalysis of blood energy, directly crossing the rank barrier and rising to the terrifying level of the peak of the second rank.

"Tear him apart for me!"

The old deacon pointed to the sky above the cave entrance, his vocal cords completely torn.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Seven enormous, extremely violent black shadows smashed through the rubble at the cave entrance and soared into the sky amidst the smoke and lingering effects of the missile explosion.

In mid-air, Han Feng had just completed a dive with his fighter jet and was pulling up the nose to prepare for a second turn.

On the instrument panel, a piercing alarm blared wildly.

Seven enormous, purplish-red heat sources instantly locked onto his fighter jet from all directions.