The thought had only just flashed through Fang Chenyi's mind before the rapid spinning made him dizzy and disoriented.
His woozy head could no longer think straight.
The plane debris hadn't actually damaged the parachute too severely, only tearing a small hole in the corner. Otherwise, Fang Chenyi wouldn't merely be spinning through the air.
With some of the parachute lines severed, Fang Chenyi lost all directional control. He had also opened his chute a bit too early, and now a considerable wind was picking up over the sea. Soon, the parachute was carrying him along like a kite with a broken string.
Flying, flying, on and on... The dizzy Fang Chenyi felt himself being tossed up and down in the air.
Meanwhile, Qi Xiaotian had already hit the water.
Even though he had shed the parachute immediately, and despite their exceptional gear, both he and Fang Jinjin still choked on seawater upon impact.
