Duanmu Huai had always been the type to act as soon as he decided to do something. Before Ann and the Alliance delegation had even finished negotiating the details, he boarded Night Raven Black Star and set off for the Dark Portal in the Blasted Lands.
The enormous stone gate in the center of the Blasted Lands was clearly visible. Looking down from the air, one could also see that the Alliance had established layer upon layer of defensive lines around the Dark Portal. Duanmu Huai couldn't be bothered to waste time there, so he directly piloted Night Raven Black Star downward and flew rapidly over the Alliance camp. Before the Alliance soldiers on guard could react, Duanmu Huai had already charged into the Dark Portal.
However, Duanmu Huai soon discovered that he had made the wrong choice.
The spatial passage inside the Dark Portal was like a washing machine drum, constantly spinning. Duanmu Huai's piloting skills, meanwhile, could only be described as average. He had no way to remain steady in the chaotic spatial currents. Before long, Night Raven Black Star was swept up by the turbulence, like a small fishing boat caught in the Great Vortex. It spun forward in a dizzying spiral—and then, in the next moment, Night Raven Black Star shot out of the passage exit and smashed into the ground, instantly exploding and turning into a heap of scrap metal.
"Damn!"
Duanmu Huai shoved the wreckage off himself, then rose from the debris with a dark look and shook himself off.
If he had known this would happen, he would have been better off walking! Now he had even lost a fighter jet!
He wondered whether the Alliance would reimburse him.
Duanmu Huai patted the dust off his body, only to discover that a circle