"Boom——!"
A thunderous roar descended, shattering the front window of the fighter jet. The glass-like objects made of special metal came crashing down like a storm, stabbing at the four people inside the cabin.
At the same time, Qiao crouched at the front of the fighter jet, its long tail rising. It slowly lifted its head, with eyes indifferent in the shadows, yet glinting with a menacing golden light.
At that moment, Gu Qiye's pupils slightly contracted. The black lightning turned into a thick substance merging into his blood, racing through his veins like wild horses, then transforming back into violent arcs of electricity, stimulating every nerve and bone in his body.
A fierce surge of heat flowed through his body, and instinctively he sprang up from his seat. His dark eyes fixed on the near-at-hand Great Bee Lord "Qiao", as a burst of black lightning suddenly erupted in his palm.
