At this moment, the out-of-control passenger jet had already soared ten thousand meters into the sky.
But soon, it would dive again, only to shoot straight back up into the clouds. Its path resembled a sine wave, rising and falling dramatically. Once the fuel ran out, or if the damage to the wings worsened and caused the fuselage to disintegrate, all two hundred-plus lives on board would be lost.
Inside the cockpit, Yun Wanzhou had accepted her fate. She had already done everything that could and needed to be done. Now, she could only leave it to destiny.
"Miss Yun, can you hear me?"
Suddenly, Luo Xiu's voice resounded in her mind.
"Mister... Mister Luo? How are you..."
"I'm communicating with you using Divine Sense. What's the situation on your end?"
Yun Wanzhou replied, "The plane's control systems have completely failed. There's nothing I can do. Thankfully, the engines are still running at maximum power, so we can glide for a while longer."
