Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant-Chapter 446 - 304: The Summit of Mount Everest_2

Like a bolt of lightning!

Ji Xinghuo let out a slight sigh of relief, for the moment there were no laser cannons falling from the sky, presumably entering a cooling period.

For the next ten minutes, surface-to-air missiles kept flying at him from all directions, but as long as they entered the range of the Black Constant Crystal Battle Bow, they were detonated and posed no threat.

The orbital laser cannons posed the greatest threat, having fired three rounds, yet they failed to hit the target.

Ahead, Ji Xinghuo saw the majestic mountain range.

Even from over three hundred kilometers away, one could feel the mountain’s grandeur and magnificence, like a giant wall spanning between heaven and earth. Even in June, each of the mountain peaks was covered with snow.

The Himalayas!

Just over this highest and largest mountain range on Earth, and he would be within the borders of the Asia-Pacific Community.

"Star Power is depleting too much," Ji Xinghuo silently calculated.

Flying at full speed, he could normally last around an hour, easily covering more than 2,500 kilometers to fly into the national territory.

Now, only 16 minutes into the flight, only half of his Star Power remained.

Because he had to frequently activate Myriad Phenomena.

As his own strength increased, and his life evolved, Ji Xinghuo found that the functions of Myriad Phenomena were getting stronger, but the consumption of Star Power skyrocketed as well.

He had been within Myriad Phenomena almost every moment of this flight.

"About three hundred kilometers," he mused.

"Roughly another 9 minutes of flying, should be able to hold on."

Ji Xinghuo steadied his spirit and looked back. There was nothing in the sky, but he sensed danger.

His gaze concentrated, drawing the view closer with Wanxiang Star Pupil.

Instantly, four jet formations appeared in his view, they were under optical invisibility, a total of 2 planes forming small teams of five, each spreading out over a hundred kilometers in the sky.

"Four pilots," observed Ji Xinghuo.

He saw through the reality of the fighter jet formations.

In each formation, only one jet was actually piloted while the other four were drones, controlled remotely by the lead plane.

In this era, all fighter pilots were Mutants, and among them, the Elites—quite special ones.

Their Professional Templates were known as "Pilots," specialized for flying jets, merging with specific Alien Species.

Such as "High-frequency Thinking," "Ice Heart," "Thousand Spirit Skillful Hand," "Eagle Eye," "Dynamic Vision," "Resilience," and so on.

These Abilities greatly accelerated their neurological response speeds and hand dexterity; their bodies had to withstand the inertial forces caused by Acceleration and remain calm in critical moments.

However, these Abilities did not form a system, and were heavily skewed in focus.

If a pilot did not merge with additional Alien Species, their combat power would be mediocre.

They were born to fly.

Jet fighters, spacecraft, and shuttles were their weapons, and when they piloted these weapon platforms, they could unleash firepower far surpassing Mutants of the same rank, even defeating enemies hundreds of times stronger than themselves.

Every nation had trained a large number of "Pilots," low in cost, high in yield.

If a pilot could just take down one Legendary, it was a huge profit, qualifying them as ace pilots.

Now, these four pilots were unaware they had been spotted.

The four jet formations spread out, closing in at high speed.

The jets were much faster than Ji Xinghuo, exceeding mach 5. In less than two minutes, they closed the gap. The nearest jet was only about 5 kilometers from Ji Xinghuo and to remain undetected, even reduced its speed.

Two jet formations surpassed Ji Xinghuo from about a dozen kilometers to each side.

Another jet formation was directly above him, about five thousand meters off the ground, maintaining optical invisibility.

The twenty jets formed an encirclement.

They had given up conventional beyond-visual-range combat, clearly, Ji Xinghuo’s prior success in shooting down various missiles and air-defense firepower had influenced this decision.

If long-range missiles couldn’t hit the target, then they would have to resort to close-range fire.

Therefore, these four jet formations had arrived late.

Each jet was loaded with air-to-air missiles and small laser cannons, and just as they were about to fire, Ji Xinghuo took the initiative.

He suddenly slowed down.

The deceleration happened almost instantly, immediately closing the distance with the jets behind him.

Ji Xinghuo fired an arrow, but the Tungsten Core Heavy Arrow was not aimed at the closest jet, instead at the third one on the left flank behind him. Whether manned or unmanned, the jets all looked exactly the same and could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

But in front of Wanxiang Star Pupil, it was effortless.

He spotted the pilot in an instant.

The tungsten core heavy arrow was more precise than a guided missile, it pierced the belly of the fighter jet, leaving a hole straight through, but it didn’t explode.

The fighter jet immediately lost power and plummeted, with the pilot’s cockpit ejecting.

The other four unmanned wingman drones entered intelligent mode, maneuvered at high speeds, and simultaneously targeted Ji Xinghuo with a barrage of fire. They launched air-to-air missiles and laser cannons fired high-temperature beams.

But after shooting the arrow, Ji Xinghuo accelerated again, causing all the firepower to miss.

He calmly fired several arrows in succession.

Like hunting birds in the sky, one arrow for each.

Boom! Boom...

No matter how the drones maneuvered to dodge, they were hit by the tungsten core heavy arrows, either exploding after being hit in the engine or falling due to damage to the fuselage.

Even one drone, which was beyond the effective killing range of the Black Constant Crystal battle jet, was still hit in the wing by a weakened tungsten core heavy arrow after flying more than four thousand meters with the aid of the Wanxiang Star Pupil.

The unmanned drone tumbled out of balance in the sky before falling.

The incoming air-to-air missiles were also detonated by Ji Xinghuo’s shots, causing no harm.

Ji Xinghuo saw the escaping pilot activate his rocket pack, fleeing into the distance.

He thought for a moment and chose not to shoot him down.

In the distance, another three squadrons of fighter jets, realizing that optical invisibility was ineffective against the target, decisively abandoned their attack plans. They separated in different directions, widening the distance, and moved away from Ji Xinghuo’s path.

"Quick reaction, decisive escape, worthy of a fighter pilot," Ji Xinghuo was not surprised.

The psychological resilience of pilots was stronger than that of most mutants; each one was well-trained, able to calmly assess the situation and make the right choice.

He didn’t chase after these fighter jets but continued flying north.

The three squadrons did not leave but followed Ji Xinghuo from a distance, occasionally launching a few air-to-air missiles.

But they exploded before getting close to Ji Xinghuo.

Laser cannons fell from the sky, and from the angle of the beams, Ji Xinghuo deduced that the orbital platforms were moving away; the angle became more inclined, the range increased, and the lasers dissipated faster in the air, the lethality decreasing.

"Heh heh..."

Ji Xinghuo chuckled calmly.

The national strength of the South Asia Alliance was far inferior to that of the two superpowers and two strong nations, and the three main countries within the alliance schemed against each other and were not united.

Therefore, despite the South Asia Alliance’s much smaller territory, just under 4 million square kilometers, it was unable to establish an all-weather orbital platform to protect the entire country’s borders. The further away from Bhopal, the weaker the laser power became.

Perhaps realizing that Ji Xinghuo had no intention of attacking and had not killed a single person throughout, the South Asia Alliance also stopped attacking.

Only the squadron of fighter jets continued to follow.

A few minutes later.

As the altitude grew higher, the Himalayan mountain range on the horizon drew nearer, and Ji Xinghuo increased his flying altitude to see a snow-capped peak in front of him.

That was Mount Everest!

He maintained his speed towards Earth’s highest peak and flew past its summit, leaving a white trail in the cold ferocious wind.

The peak marked the border between the two countries.

The pilots of the three squadrons watched Ji Xinghuo cross the border, then turned around near the border and flew away without looking back.

Ji Xinghuo watched the fighter jets leave and exhaled a cold breath.

"Should be safe now."

He circled in the sky, slowed down, and landed on the summit of Mount Everest; the sky was a clear blue, the scenery magnificent. Despite the howling cold wind, it didn’t feel cold against his skin.

On the summit, there was a national flag and a row of colorful flags, covering only a few dozen square meters, blanketed in ice and snow, overlooking people below struggling to climb.

The climbers also saw the scene of Ji Xinghuo landing, all of them dumbfounded, then vigorously waved their hands, shouting something, their eyes full of envy.

Ji Xinghuo took out his cellphone and turned it on.

"Director Zhou, I’ve flown into our territory," he connected with Zhou Yishang and reported.

Zhou Yishang asked, "Where are you?"

"The summit of Everest."

After answering, Ji Xinghuo hung up the phone and stood on the peak, waiting.

He surveyed the surrounding towering mountains and vast snow-capped peaks, the distant horizon forming a distinct curvature, suddenly feeling the Earth was very small, and he had reached the pinnacle of the world.