The piercing, metallic shriek of the mutated Dovos echoing across the wasteland drew the attention of the squad stationed near the minor rift.
Shao Xinyuan, Zhaohe, Kaiwen, and Chenxi stood among the bodies of the low-level monsters they had just cleared, their heads snapping toward the horizon just in time to witness the smoke trail of the crashing jet.
Shao Xinyuan felt it first. Wenzhi's wavelength.
His heart dropped. Panic flooding his veins so fast it hurt.
Beside him, Kaiwen narrowed his eyes. "I think the Dovos took down the jet."
His expression darkened. The black veins crawling up his neck pulsed. He was very close to a berserk state. "Ze'er better not die."
Xinyuan didn't waste breath on an answer. He simply took a step forward. The dark mist erupted, swirling into a dense vortex that swallowed him whole, teleporting him away from the site instantly.
When he appeared again, it was in the middle of chaos. The crash site was torn apart.
