Feng was falling freely in a head-down posture. The biting wind made her squint involuntarily, yet, judging by her calm and composed expression, she seemed not to fear the jump from such a high altitude.
Her hands were placed on her thighs, her right hand grasping the longsword drawn in the instant she jumped. The moment her face got close enough to touch the dense canopy, she swiftly changed her posture in mid-air, flipping to a feet-down position. At the same time, she lifted the longsword high above her head, gripping it with both hands.
Everyone on the transport plane watched her vanish into the dense tree canopy in this stance. Before long, a dull thud echoed from the forest, followed by the groaning of the once densely-packed trees as they gradually started to tip over.
They were all astounded by the sight before them. In a circle with a radius of about ten meters, many trees were slowly falling almost simultaneously. And all this happened the moment Feng hit the ground.
