บท 687: 364 Unlucky President and Vice-president of Blood Spirit Association (4000)_1

The metal fighter jet apparently experienced some sort of mechanical failure. One half of the plane was on fire and it was clear that the pilot had completely lost control. At this moment, it was like a large missile, crazily hurtling towards the ground at a shocking speed.

The force behind it was not to be doubted.

From afar the fighter plane seemed small, but in reality, it was fifteen meters long, with a wingspan of nine meters, and nearly four meters in height. It whole weighed six to seven tons.

Not to mention the inertia brought on by the speed of a thousand kilometers per hour.

Even with the strength weakened due to loss of control, it was still quite dangerous. The instantaneous destructive power when this thing landed, was comparable to a rocket launcher sweeping the ground, or a missile that would appear in the later generations.