The bulging airbags were instantly riddled with holes. From the honeycomb-like punctures came the shrill whistle of high-speed jets of air.
The Crystal Engines and propellers on both sides of the tail fins were blown apart as well. The Armored Airship completely lost control, spinning as it plunged.
Most of the Six-Barreled Rotary Vulcan Cannons lost their balance. Either their thunderous roar abruptly ceased, or they fired wildly into the sky, their loose barrage even sweeping across the Armored Airships of nearby allies.
Meng Chao seized the opportunity to break through the barrage and appear directly in front of the gondola.
Whoosh!
Surging with Spiritual Energy, the twenty-to-thirty-meter-long Shattered Wings extended once more. Their feathered tips grew sharper and sharper, like two thirty-to-fifty-meter Death Scythes.
The Death Scythes crossed, tearing through the air and carving an X-shaped trail of light. Like a hot dinner knife cutting into congealed butter, they effortlessly peeled open the gondola's wall.
With a thought from Meng Chao, the Death Scythes and Shattered Wings immediately reverted to mercury-like quasi-Liquid Metal.
He stepped upon nonexistent stairs in midair, striding proudly into the gondola.
Inside, every Blood Alliance member was frightened out of their wits.
Only one tattoo-covered commander, the strongest among them, tried to draw his gun and make a desperate last stand.
But Meng Chao was faster than his neural reactions.
The commander's fingers had only just touched the gun grip when his vision blurred. His throat turned bitter, his cervical vertebrae erupted with agony, and he felt the suffocation and terror of being buried alive.
Meng Chao had seized his throat one-handedly and effortlessly lifted the commander—over two meters tall, broad-backed and bear-waisted—into the air.
The commander's eyes bulged as he struggled desperately, his legs flailing and kicking.
Yet like a lamb caught in a