It did not take Fang Zheng long to spot the missile rapidly ascending through the atmosphere—oh, no, the Mage Tower.
But honestly, if you asked Fang Zheng, this white cylindrical thing with a pointed tip looked exactly like an intercontinental missile.
At that moment, flames no less intense than those of a real rocket launch blasted from the bottom of the "missile," carrying it swiftly into the sky.
One thousand meters, five thousand meters, ten thousand meters...
Very soon, Fang Zheng saw the flames at the bottom of the "missile" rapidly extinguish. Without propulsion, the "missile" clearly seemed about to fall. However, just then...
Boom!!
Amid flashing lights in the sky and another thunderous roar, Fang Zheng saw a layer at the bottom of the "missile" suddenly burst apart. Then another series of flames erupted, carrying the somewhat unbalanced "missile" onward and upward.
Twenty thousand meters... thirty thousand meters...
The "missile" continued upward, its engines cutting out several more times along the way. Yet every time, they successfully reignited and continued climbing. Still, things were not looking so good.
"It's already deviated from its intended position. I think it's done for."
Watching the scene before him, Fang Zheng shook his head. Every time the "missile" was about to lose thrust, the Evocation System Chief activated the flame jets hidden in the next layer to take over. But its launch angle inevitably shifted. Now, this "missile" was no longer flying straight toward the sky, but slanting off to one side. If this continued, it would eventually trace a huge arc through the air before plunging headfirst into the ground.
So, did this chief have any clever way to solve the problem? After all, this was merely the most rudimentary rocket, and its propulsion system was installed only at the bottom of