A delicate, perfect sense of the wind made Wei Cheng feel like a fish, freely swimming in water, at this moment.
The sky, the ground, up and down, left and right, - what did they matter to him?
He drifted in the sky at an altitude of ten thousand meters, watching the alien demons above his head getting obliterated by missiles one after another.
Or before being eradicated, they would release the sub-alien demons that would breach the blockade, rapidly fall towards the ground, and then be blasted into pulp by the more concentrated ground anti-aircraft fire!
It was far more formidable than Wei Cheng's wind blades - utterly ruthless and insane - hundreds, thousands of rapid-firing cannons formed a perfect death barrage.
Even for those who managed to break through the barrage by fluke, the moment they landed, hundreds to thousands of Spirit Swallow class members would joyfully swoop over.
