"There's less than a hundred meters." Juan could not see the situation in the thick fog and only looked at the seas below, the water so clear it couldn't be clearer, in his shout was a slight quiver. Any lower and flying up would be impossible.
The moment White Falcon heard the two words 'caught on', the hand that was constantly holding on to the operating lever quickly pulled it upright, and the plane that was about to fall into the oceans instantly flew upwards with a whizz, with Juan's aircraft that was following right beside similarly speeding up and rushing towards the skies. In an instant the two planes were frenziedly dashing the skies.
While at the same time, that latest fighter jet model Di Mo had been on landed on the surface of the ocean. A loud explosion sounded and sparks followed the wreckage of the plane in flying towards all directions. In a radius a few nautical miles, it was completely filled with explosions.