"Spirit Vulture?" Qu Meng looked toward the giant bird waiting for battle in the distance. Everyone's eyes lit up at first, but one sentence from Blue Stone made them all reject the idea: "If the Gale Dragon isn't fast enough, then the Spirit Vulture would just be sent to its death..."
It wasn't only everyone else who was in a difficult spot—I was troubled too. But Zhao Yu suddenly perked up and hurriedly slapped me on the shoulder. "Boss! I remember now! A fighter jet! Let's take the most recent fighter jet over there!"
"What fighter jet? A plane? One of those J-20s?" I was given quite a fright.
"Yes! One of those! But not the model you mentioned. Ours could practically keep up with a spaceship. Didn't you say before that we'd come to the Qiongtian World, where none of our immortal power could be used? Later, Boss Han said we should get a fighter jet down here and see if it could fly! In the end, we got the plane down, but energy and fuel consumption were major problems, so it couldn't fly continuously. But for a one-way flight, its speed was unbelievably fast! Even that Sky-Piercing Monkey couldn't catch it!" Zhao Yu declared confidently.
"Really? We brought that thing too?" I was instantly delighted. Following Zhao Yu's gesture, I looked over and sure enough, a craft resembling a space fighter was sitting in an inconspicuous plaza. I wasn't very good at operating it, but with an instruction manual, it wouldn't be a problem.
Everyone crowded around me and came to stand before the new-style fighter jet. I sized up the thing, which looked like an enlarged drone, and said with a bitter smile, "Can this thing really be faster than the Sky-Piercing Monkey?"
"Of course! This thing