Chapter 1195: Demon Dragon 8

The pilots remaining, who could still fly and fight in their jets, were certainly of King Level skill. After all, to have survived the wild sweeps of the undead dragon's dark light columns was beyond mere luck.

Two minutes flew by quickly, and at last, a giant flying fortress over ten meters long arrived at the site of the undead dragon's battle. Hovering above the undead dragon, it remained unnoticed as the creature's bloodthirsty crimson eyes fixated on the last few remaining fighters without so much as a glance upwards.

"Our target is that Level 6 zombie. The two of you, please handle it."

The mammoth aircraft stayed motionless in midair, as steady as steady could be. To put it another way, without any other points of reference, one might believe time itself had stopped.