Ten minutes later.
Fang Han fulfilled his first small wish—he finally got to ride the Flame Eagle he had longed for.
To return the Gold Spirit Leaf Medal recipient to the War Zone as quickly as possible, while also ensuring his safety, the legion had specially deployed a Flame Eagle.
Especially given the safety concerns.
Since summer, an Anomaly known as the "Mist Wraith" had gradually begun appearing in the Abyssal Mist Realm.
Mist Wraiths were born from clouds and mist, their forms indistinguishable from fog itself. They usually hid quietly within the clouds, waiting for a chance to attack anything passing through.
They were extremely dangerous. They could release a strange icy aura that froze targets solid and made them exceptionally "brittle."
The crash Fang Han had experienced earlier was because he had unfortunately run into a Mist Wraith.
That damned thing had breathed a blast of icy air at the War Hawk's engine, instantly making the engine blades brittle before they shattered into scraps.
So far.
The Warhawk Legion had lost no fewer than thirty people to Mist Wraith attacks.
The Flame Eagle, however, could cruise at supersonic speeds. Even if a Mist Wraith targeted a War Hawk, it simply could not catch up, greatly improving safety.
"Whoosh!"
Amid the roar of the Magic Spray Engine.
The Flame Eagle was ejected into the air, then rapidly climbed and shot into the sky.
Feeling a far stronger force pressing him into his seat than on a War Hawk, Fang Han watched the aircraft carrier rapidly recede below and said excitedly, "It's so fast!"
The pilot in the front seat was named Jin Ming. Smiling, he said, "Mr. Fang, the Flame Eagle is a great creation of its era."
"This New Model War Hawk doesn't just fly faster—it is also