Fang Chenyi froze at his words. His gaze shifted to Qi Xiaotian, and he asked with a deep frown:
"You feel it too? Something's off. I've felt uneasy ever since we boarded, and the feeling is only getting stronger."
The sensation was deeply unsettling for Fang Chenyi. It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, and an inexplicable tension was building within him.
Hearing Fang Chenyi's words, Qi Xiaotian's brow remained tightly knitted. After a moment, he spoke:
"Brother Fang, we need to find the nearest airport and land. I feel like something is about to happen, and it's not good. The last time I had this feeling was on a mission. We were about to walk into an ambush. This same feeling put me on high alert, and I had the team halt. Right after, a dense hail of bullets rained down where we would have been. That was the time everyone on my team got wounded."
