The pilots, desperate and frustrated, tried communicating with the mysterious ball in the sky.
When their attempts failed, they resorted to force, unloading all their missiles and bullets at it.
The barrage of firepower was relentless, but it had no effect. The ball remained unscathed, hanging ominously in the air.
Xu Qianghua and his group couldn't help but laugh at the futile efforts of the pilots. The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to bear.
They had never seen anything funnier than this – high-tech jets firing everything they had at an indestructible sphere. Their laughter echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.
But their amusement was short-lived. The ball began to pulse, emitting a soft glow. The pulsations were slow at first, rhythmic, and almost soothing.
