Jiang Ding stood on the silver-white bird-like Air-Space Warplane.
Divine Sense and Mana flowed in, activating the third-order Spirit Particle Sonar to scan a hundred-kilometer radius of the battlefield.
Everywhere was scarred and battered, pitted with craters, strewn with severed limbs and arms, as well as fragments of tanks emitting blue smoke; the carnage was horrific.
With a point of his toe, the Air-Space Warplane disappeared amidst a burst of noise in the air.
It reappeared in the sky, descending to the ground, landing in an area full of craters and pieces of flesh and blood.
He raised his hand, and magnetic induction lines faintly emerged, as soil, rocks, tank fragments, and corpses slowly lifted, revealing a person underneath with a weak breath.
"How is it, Commander of the First Group Army, Jin Lingfeng?"
Jiang Ding revealed a smile.
