The fighter jets urgently evaded, yet several were still hit and crashed.
Stark barely withstood the assault by deploying all energy shields. Anna and Barton hid behind a massive rock, but the shockwave still made them cough up blood.
When the storm of Sword Qi subsided, there was no sign of Ye Qingzhou in the desert center, only a sword mark stretching eastward.
On the Kun Fighter, Nick watched the scene, his solitary eye flickering with complex emotions: "He's heading to Xinxiang... willing to expend his last life breath. Notify headquarters, prepare for the final defense. This isn't a battle; it's a death-bound revenge."
Xinxiang, Celestial Sword Bureau Headquarters.
One-Eyed Nick stood by the command room's floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the rising sun over the distant Hudson River.
Overnight, that Eastern swordsman had crossed three states and was less than two hundred miles from Xinxiang.
Behind him, Deputy Maria Hill was anxiously reporting the latest situations.
