"That's... a homing missile?"Leander felt it the instant his spiritual strength dipped.A spike of danger stabbed through his senses.He barely managed to pivot and slip a half-step aside before a black blur ripped past his flank, missing him by inches.The thing was moving at an insane pace-three, maybe four times the speed of sound-pure supersonic terror.As it screamed by, its shape burned into his vision.A missile.One meant to turn everything within dozens of yards into scrap.Even his spiritual strength couldn't lock onto it in time. If he hadn't trusted that first warning and forced his body into a burst far beyond its limits, he would already be dead.Devourer Form or not, Leander knew better than to think he could take a weapon like that head-on.The rocket he had blocked earlier was a toy by comparison—maybe a tiny fraction of this thing's punch, if that.Not even close.A clean hit... and I'm finished.The thought settled cold in his chest as the roars of its passage still shook the air. "A homing missile? How can that be?"Far below, Torre and the rest saw only a faint slit in the air, a blur streaking past Leander too fast for the eye to follow.They were special operations soldiers. They knew weapons.That was no gunship rocket.It was a cruise homing missile, and something like that would never be mounted on an AH-1 Cobra attack helicopter. Only fighter jets—assets controlled by major military powers could deploy a weapon of that class."They've brought in fighters, too?" someone whispered. "What kind of superpower is this desperate to take out our chief instructor?"Skyler and the others stood numb, shock washing over their faces as the weight of it finally sank in.They had started with armored columns and heavy vehicles. When that failed, AH-1 Cobra attack helicopters followed. Now, even fighter jets had been thrown into the hunt.It was beyond extreme.Leander was no longer regarded as a person. In their view, he had transformed into a hostile entity, a tangible danger requiring a complete military crackdown. What they employed now wasn't traditional combat but rather intense suppression-a barrage of fire designed to block all routes and eliminate him without mercy.Whoooosh!The missile shot forward for several hundred yards—then snapped around in a brutal arc, engines flaring as it locked back onto Leander.This was the nightmare of it.A homing missile earned its name because once computers and radar locked onto a target, it would hunt without mercy. The weapon carved across the sky, dragging a long plume of smoke behind it, like a steel spike being driven straight through the clouds-its tip aimed at Leander's chest, and that spike carried a warhead. One warhead was powerful enough to tear a 300-foot building clean in half.The moment the missile swung back toward him, Leander reacted.No pause.He dropped.His body plunged nearly 300 feet from the sky in a heartbeat.The missile shot past his head, missing by just inches. It then sharply turned again, engines blazing as it continued its pursuit.Leander slammed into the ground.Boom!His foot slammed down, causing the earth to cave inward and create a nearly 100- foot-wide pit. Before dust could rise, he moved on once more.The ground burst.His body surged forward like a cannonball, tearing through the desert while the missile roared behind him, relentless and fixed on its target.Leander could drive his body to two, even three times the speed of sound—but onlyin bursts. It was intense, explosive surges that his flesh could trigger momentarily, rather than a sustained pace he could hold.The missile had no such limit.It ran on pure kinetic force, built to maintain full speed for a solid twenty minutes without fading.If the chase dragged on, the ending was already written.Less than thirty seconds later, the missile closed the gap. It roared in from behind so close that its heat washed over Leander's back, ready to smash down on him from above.Then he did the unthinkable.He stopped.From full supersonic sprint to absolute stillness in a heartbeat.It was like slamming the brakes on a bullet train. The recoil alone could liquefy organs and shatter bones. Even Infernal Crown Transcendents or ordinary King Phase masters-would never dare attempt something so insane.Leander survived only because Devourer Form had remade his body into something closer to living steel.The instant he halted, he stamped forward with dust kicking up beneath his foot and then snapped back like a coiled spring.At that same moment, the missile plunged into the crater he had left behind.Boom!A fierce fireball erupted, with sparks and sand flying upward as a dense mushroomof flame spread across dozens of yards. Leander tore away along the edge of theshockwave, wind howling around him as he cleared the blast zone.The missile was gone.Still, Leander did not smile.His gaze only darkened.He knew that was just the first move.High beyond his sight, at least ten supersonic fighter jets—some three to four milesout—already had him locked in their sights.The hunt was far from over.Those supersonic fighter jetsdwarfed the AH-1 Cobra attack helicopters,in every way. They flew at more t than twice the speed, andthe cruise homing missiles they carred delivered firepower on am entirely different scale-hundreds of times deadlier. What made them truly terrifying was that they never had to come close.From three to four miles out, radar alone was enough to tag Leander's position. Once locked, they could fire and let the missiles do the rest.That was the trap.He would not even know where his enemies were.Before he could spot a single jet, the sky started raining missiles relentlessly,leaving no chance to escape.They could kill him without ever letting him see them.That was what weighed on Leander now—not the missile he had just dodged, butthe invisible hunters waiting beyond his reach.Leander's spiritual strengthcultivation had already stepped into the Origin Realm. At his peak, his spiritual strength could spread far enough to cover an entire small city. Yet the earlier use of Windchaser Arrows had drained him brutally burning through nearly two-thirds of his spiritual strength. Now, his perception barely reached two miles.The fighters were waiting beyond three to four miles.That gap changed everything.They could find him with radar and hammer his position with tracking missileswhenever they pleased. Leander, meanwhile, had no way to return fire—no eyes on them, no path to strike.noveldramaHe wasn't facing opponents anymore.He was trapped inside their kill zone.Whoosh!As he anticipated, the skies parted once more. A piercing, ripping noise echoed from beyond the clouds, and three faint streaks surged across the sky so quickly theywere almost imperceptible.They vanished for a heartbeat, then dove straight at him.Leander's eyes sharpened, a coldgleam flickering within. He hadn't expected the enemy to deploy suchsignificant elite firepower solely to eliminate him. What they wereunleashing now was the deadliestanti-air force this world couldproduce. Three cruise homing missiles cut through the sky, their paths locked firmly onto hisposition.This time, there was no more waiting.Leander finally made his move.