The force of that single strike was so intense that it nearly split the churning sea apart. The subsequent shockwaves it produced rocked the aircraft violently, sending it swaying and wobbling as though caught in the midst of a storm.
Clenching his teeth, Father Ning tried his best to keep the cyclic steady, while the exorcists in the cabin clung desperately to anything they could find while shouting out whatever prayer that came to mind. For a while, their urgent voices stacked one atop the other, making the atmosphere extremely rowdy and chaotic.
Song Juwei himself was almost thrown off the chopper, but fortunately, Belial was quick to catch him in time.
"Hey, you…" Belial's brows knitted when he saw Song Juwei trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood, but the middle-aged man simply waved a hand to dismiss his concern, his breathing rough from exertion.
