The aircraft was accelerating through the sky, but the bulky craft picked up speed slowly. Before it even reached Mach 2, Jin Kaiwei caught up to it, with the others close behind.
As a Golden Core Immortal Cultivator capable of Sword Flight, Jin Kaiwei was the fastest. As for the other four captives... well, they did not look like they were trying very hard.
Chu Fei saw it but said nothing. They were captives, after all. It was enough if they could wave flags and cheer. When it came to large-scale combat, they could at least tie down some of the enemy's forces.
The moment Jin Kaiwei passed the aircraft, its engines immediately shut down.
At the same time, a streak of sword light suddenly erupted from the rear half of the aircraft. A blood-red figure blasted out with a thunderous boom, instantly accelerating to Mach 5 before speeding away into the distance.
Chu Fei watched silently. Why did that Escape Light seem so familiar?
The aircraft itself was unharmed, aside from some damage to its upper hull. It was not that the fleeing man particularly cherished the aircraft; rather, its upper hull was the weakest part.
Several minutes later, the aircraft slowly descended before Chu Fei, hovering half a meter above the ground. Two pilots with Cultivation Levels of Level 1, 8.0 raised both hands above their heads and walked toward Chu Fei step by trembling step.
Chu Fei was hovering in midair. Beside him lay the remains of a Soul Transformation cultivator, while shattered mountain ridges surrounded him. Faced with such overwhelming power, the two pilots could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance.
Chu Fei looked over the aircraft, which was more than twenty meters long. Beneath the cockpit, he could see a cannon barrel—the firing