"Switch to missiles."
Zhao Mingyuan pressed a button, and his helmet display switched modes.
"Lock on. Fire."
Whoosh!
An air-to-air missile detached from its rack and streaked straight toward the Gargoyles, trailing white smoke.
Boom!
An explosion rang out.
The Gargoyles' wings were blasted off, and they plummeted to the ground like stones.
"Targets eliminated. Keep going."
Zhao Mingyuan deftly maneuvered his fighter jet, alternating between autocannon and missiles.
As for giving chase?
Ha, what a joke. Chasing turbojet engines with wings? Forget it!
For a time, Winged Demons and Gargoyles fell from the sky in droves.
"Falcon, some slipped through on your right."
His wingman's warning came through his headset.
Zhao Mingyuan turned to look.
Several Winged Demons were trying to circle around him and dive toward the armored forces on the ground.
"Trying to run?"
Zhao Mingyuan sneered, and his fighter jet turned sharply.
"Dream on."
He pushed the control stick, and the fighter jet caught up with the Winged Demons like a sharp sword.
The autocannon of the fighter jet, modified for a greater weapons payload, opened fire again!
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The Winged Demons fell screaming, without even a chance to struggle.
"Falcon, nicely done."
Praise from the command center came through his headset.
Zhao Mingyuan did not answer, but he could not suppress the smile tugging at his lips.
This felt incredible.
It was a complete steamroll.
Taking on these damned things with modern fighter jets was no challenge at all!
He looked into the distance.
In the sky, fixed-wing drones darted through the high altitudes like a swarm, joining fighter formations to encircle and annihilate the Demon Clan.
The Demon Clan's flying units fell like rain.
The sight was utterly breathtaking!
This was Great Xia's power!
The ground forces were not idle either.
Hundreds of armored