Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted. Like lightning, he reached out and grabbed the smooth, flat fuselage. At the same time, darkness erupted around him, creating a small dent in the aircraft's surface.
His fingertips hooked into the depression, and only then did Lin Qiye manage to steady himself. He waved his other hand through the air and sent the unconscious A Zhu back to the Psychiatric Hospital.
"This little guy is a bit unreliable. I nearly got myself killed." Lin Qiye glanced down, his back already drenched in cold sweat.
He had never even been on a plane before. Who would have thought that his first close encounter with one would be in such a life-threatening way?
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
The plane had already taken off. Cangnan City was not large, and at its current speed, it would pass through the ritual's range in at most a minute. If nothing unexpected happened, the pilot in the cockpit had already been controlled by the Tavern Owner. Once the plane entered the ritual's range, it would circle in the air until the ritual ended.
He had to find An Qingyu as quickly as possible, then get inside the cabin.
Lin Qiye extended his left hand again and traced a summoning spell in the air. Soon, a silver cube appeared in his palm, slowly rotating.
"I'm counting on you this time. Don't be as unreliable as A Zhu." Lin Qiye murmured, slowly closing his eyes.
The next moment, the Chaos Cube in his hand flared with silver light. The surrounding space was instantly thrown into disorder, and Lin Qiye shifted three times in succession from the tail of the plane, arriving directly beneath the fuselage.
When he appeared beside An Qingyu out of thin air,