The ferocious fighter jet roared menacingly in the sky, and two strikes turned the faces of Luo Zheng and his team pallid and tense. Facing such formidable firepower, personal bravery meant nothing. Everyone looked to Luo Zheng, waiting for his next decision. Just now, following Luo Zheng's lead to turn and run back was a narrow escape from death; now, they pinned their hopes on him for survival.
"What do we do?" Ghost Hand asked anxiously, his pale face full of nervousness.
Luo Zheng was also very tense. With no means to fight back against the fearsome fighter jet, they could only passively take hits. Seeing Lan Xue's questioning gaze, he quickly said, "Lie down on the spot and hide, wait for an opportunity."
