While gliding by borrowing force from the shear layer, Zhang Tie had already been flying at a low altitude, though his speed was extremely fast. Then disaster struck without warning—the aircraft's wings snapped. In just a few seconds, the human-powered aircraft was only a little over a hundred meters from the ground.
The human-powered aircraft had lost its flight posture and was plummeting in rapid spins and rolls. Zhang Tie's head was flung dizzy, but he quickly recovered. Before the aircraft crashed, when he was still several dozen meters above the ground, Zhang Tie swiftly pulled out the rotor parachute on his body and pressed its switch.
The moment he pressed the switch, the two folded blades atop the rotor parachute began spinning at once. His downward plunge slowed sharply, yanking Zhang Tie out of the cockpit of the human-powered aircraft.
A few seconds later...
Boom... The human-powered aircraft smashed to pieces against the rocks over two hundred meters away, its components scattering everywhere. Without waiting to reach the ground completely, Zhang Tie retracted the rotor parachute while still more than ten meters in the air, letting his body drop rapidly.
After rolling several times in succession to bleed off the force of the impact, Zhang Tie hurriedly sprang up. Just as he was about to dash eastward, a man was already standing before him.
At the sight of that man, Zhang Tie stopped dead.
The man wore a suit of dark golden armor. His gloomy face bore a hooked nose, and his presence was even stronger than Master Abian's. He merely stood there in silence, watching Zhang Tie with a faintly icy gaze, yet Zhang Tie felt like a frog locked onto by a venomous snake. His spine began to tingle.
It was this man who had shot