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Cheng Anya felt dizzy. It was like she was about to be thrown off from her seat and leaned in the opposite direction. She was afraid to look up. The plane almost had to fly close to the ground to keep its balance.

Fighter-bombers had a strong resistance to low altitude turbulence, and their fuselage flew across the desert quickly.

This process was very fast.

"Don't be afraid. I'll be here for you no matter what!" Third Young Master Ye said with a deep voice, but his eyes were locked on the view in front of him. He didn't even look at her. After the plane ascended, he used electronic jamming to attack. There was another round of fierce battle between them. Third Young Master Ye attacked aggressively and made use of the perfect hardness of the fuselage to collide hard with the other plane at a low altitude.

There were murderous vibes on his handsome face.