Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 1107 That's it

Different from the high spirits when they came, these F22 fighter jets turned around and retreated to the mothership, and their momentum was already a little weak.

Only Fan Helsing, who didn't do anything but worry about poverty, heaved a sigh of relief.

In any case, he never wanted to see his companions rushing the fighter plane into the sea for no reason -- that was not a heroic death in battle, definitely not a heroic death in battle!
His greatest hope now is that every remaining F22 they have here can safely land on the deck of the aircraft carrier before figuring out what the enemy is fighting.

"Bah, I'm really not reconciled!"

The captain of the Fifth Squadron spoke out everyone's aspirations.

Then the F22 crew began to change formation, and the seventh squadron was in the rear, still using powerful firepower to suppress the chasing dragons.

But those giant dragons were so huge that they didn't even see a red figure standing on top of the black dragon that hadn't been killed yet.

"Want to run?"

The petite figure in red flashed above the dragon's head, and then disappeared.

And in the sea area where the F22 fighter jet had an air battle with the giant dragon just now, the person sitting on the wooden boat was covered in a misty, blood-like gas.

"Bai Song, prepare for the final blow."

A young girl's crisp voice suddenly sounded in the mind of the bamboo hat man.

And when the girl's voice sounded, the man in the bamboo hat shook, so that the wooden boat under him also shook.

If you look closely, you can see that the dark red liquid is densely written with spell-like things everywhere on the wooden boat, and those weird patterns will move quietly, as if they are converted into another spell from time to time.

"Yes, the patriarch."

The bamboo hat man called Baisong suddenly took off his bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and his naked body was covered with wandering dark red mantras.

Bai Song bit off the index and middle fingers of both hands, and used his own blood to quickly write spells on his body that ordinary people could not understand. Then he raised his right hand and pointed to the sky.

"Come on, let's stop here."

Bai Song's eyes suddenly turned from dark to blood red.

So just as the F22 fighter group was rapidly retreating towards their own aircraft carrier, a huge rift was suddenly torn open in the dark sky.

The sharp roar of the beast surged from the very high sky, the flames soared into the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds was billowing red.

(End of this chapter)