"...KSHHH... KSHHH..."
Only static came from the communicator.
Liu Feng's heart sank.
He knew this strange Dragon Abyss Airspace severely interfered with communications. Once out of visual range, this small device was basically useless.
He was trapped in this primeval jungle, completely alone.
Hearing the sounds of pursuit growing closer behind him, he gritted his teeth and could only press forward.
The dense jungle was filled with tough vines and knee-high shrubs, drastically slowing him down.
He remembered clearly from when he was high in the sky: as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but this endless jungle.
Despair began to creep into his heart.
Just as the massive fist of a Black Fierce Ape was about to slam into his back, a piercing shriek tore through the air from above.
VROOOM—!
Wang Rui, piloting his Ghost Fighter, skimmed past at an extremely low altitude, the High-Energy Machine Cannons under its wings spitting furious tongues of flame.
