The shock of escaping death shot like an electric current down the spine of everyone aboard the transport plane.
The Pokémon League soldiers and experts who had previously harbored reservations about Ye Li, a prisoner "earning redemption through service," now looked at him in a completely different light.
It was a complex mix of awe, curiosity, and even a trace of fear.
They could not comprehend just how this man's brain was built.
He was like a player in a three-dimensional world with a four-dimensional view enabled, able to see the trajectories and impact points of every attack clearly.
"Aircraft on the right flank, climb three hundred meters immediately! Evade the incoming second wave of scattered fireballs!"
"Fleet below, attention! Moltres is about to change its attack pattern! It's going to use Brave Bird! All vessels, immediately begin evasive zigzag maneuvers toward three o'clock!"
Ye Li's voice kept ringing out over the command channel.
He no longer needed to relay his orders through the official.
After witnessing his almost supernatural predictive abilities, everyone had tacitly handed temporary command of the operation over to him.
He was like a ghost on the battlefield. Though stationed in the rear, he seemed to control every detail of the entire battle.
Under his "remote command," the Pokémon League forces, previously thrown into disarray and hanging by a thread, began a heart-stopping contest of maneuvering against the rampaging Moltres.
They were like a flock of birds directed by a master animal trainer, narrowly escaping deadly attacks time and again beneath the claws and fangs of a raging beast.
Although isolated fighter jets were still shot down because they failed to evade in time, the core transport formation and the main fleet below miraculously survived Moltres's devastating attacks.
Aboard the transport, every Pokémon League member felt