The roar of fighter jets drew closer and closer.
They were clearly closing in fast.
Chen Shouyi had only just returned from the brink of death. He looked up, and nearly choked on his breath, so frustrated he could have spat blood.
They couldn't have come earlier or later—they had to come now!
He struggled to his feet. His wounds, only just beginning to heal, tore open again, but Chen Shouyi paid them no mind. Staggering, he fled with all his might.
This was no joke. Those fighter jets weren't here to scout; they had come to bring destruction, and might even be carrying nuclear bombs.
If he didn't run now, he'd never get another chance.
A dozen seconds later, the fighter jet at the front began diving from high altitude, its roar sending a chill through the heart.
Unable to resist his curiosity, Chen Shouyi glanced back. His scalp went numb, and he hurriedly dragged his gravely wounded body onward, quickening his pace.
Boom!
He had run only a few dozen meters when a scorching wave of air surged up behind him and sent him flying.
He sailed more than thirty meters.
Only then did he crash back to the ground.
He rolled several times and had just gotten back up when another wave of air swept him away, sending him flying again.
There was a whole string of mmp in his heart, and he didn't know whether he should say it!
He got back to his feet, blood spilling from his mouth.
It wasn't that the shock waves had hurt him. With his formidable defenses, even a shock wave traveling at three times the speed of sound couldn't injure him. The wave that had carried him four or five hundred meters had already lost so much speed that