Feng Ying and Yu ran at full speed. Warship wreckage, fragments, and the corpses of fallen soldiers kept crashing down nearby. Reaching the outskirts of a village, they dashed through a flock of panicked, bleating sheep and vaulted over a wall with one hand.
With a bang, half a giant's corpse smashed down a stone wall. Immediately afterward, a thirty-foot halberd nearly impaled Yu.
"Ah—so close!"
Feng Ying leaped over a stone mill and was just about to duck into a half-collapsed house.
A thunderous boom!
A small spacecraft trailing black smoke suddenly fell from the sky, replacing the house as it buried itself deep in the earth. Its hatch lay level with the ground, and Feng Ying ran straight into the open cabin.
"..."
Feng Ying stood in the severely damaged cabin, utterly speechless.
Yu followed her inside and recognized at a glance that it was a Snake Demon Army vessel, a unique creation combining technology and mystical cultivation arts. It was badly damaged. Tangled wires crackled everywhere, and several Snake Demon Soldier corpses and human bodies in flight suits lay inside. Fresh red blood covered the cabin. Many had likely died during the attack, while others had been flung out during the crash. Blood-stained screens of all sizes flickered throughout the vessel, still displaying images, while the communications equipment blared all manner of orders.
Feng Ying glanced toward the front of the cockpit. The melted hole was still scorching hot. Judging from the lingering aura, it had likely been pierced head-on by a lightning-type magical treasure. The wielder had to possess at least Grand Immortal cultivation.
She walked over to inspect the dead pilot, then raised a hand and wiped the blood from a display screen.
Part of the image was unclear, so Feng Ying lightly tapped it,