As danger arrived, Chu Feng and the two oxen awoke from deep sleep; their bodies involuntarily tensed up and their hairs stood on end.
"Move!"
Chu Feng tore through the airplane with his bare hands and jumped down, with the other two in tow.
"I don’t have wings!" the black yak miserably cried. He could not fly and faced with the rushing wind, he was pumped full of cold air.
Boom!
Just after they had jumped, a resounding explosion was heard from above them as the whole airplane was blown to bits, forming a huge ball of fire.
The violent and eye-catching flames were visible even from the ground.
This was an aerial disaster for the humans—a rocket suddenly appeared and struck the plane's fuel tank, destroying the whole vehicle in a sea of scorching flames.
After the plane was disintegrated, the remnants were all dissolved.
Because at the point of impact, a mushroom cloud bloomed. It was terrifying; the destructive force warped the whole area in the sky.
