Most importantly, the pilots of the Thunderbolt Warcraft were just a bunch of pirates, and few of them learned aerial combat.

The pilots of the Phantom warcraft were diffe ent. They were the Dragonvale guards, all of them true elites. Piloting a warcraft was a piece of cake for them.

In just half an hour, more than a dozen old Thunderbolt warcraft were shot down by the five Phantom warcraft.

For a while, many spectators could not believe their eyes.

Where did Philip find so many people?

The people who wanted to make a move looked at each other.

How were they supposed to fight?

They could not even handle Philip's warcraft.

After the Black Wind Pirates were shot down, they cursed angrily on the ground,

you have the guts, get down

it was Philip's energy cannon

Wind Pirates, no one else jumped forward, so Philip got ready to set off. However, a fleet

and he fired without hesitation. The

Fifth Squadron of the third fleet of the Black Tiger City Air Fleet. Philip Clarke, you're under suspicion for impersonating a member of the chimera

and said coldly, "Get out of my sight! Which idiot sent

furious. This was Molly's handiwork

really wanted to arrest him, they

your final warning! Lay down your

coldly,

main and secondary cannons of the

Philip's command, the space was

full of explosions lasted for ten minutes, and tremendous energy fluctuations scattered to the surroundings

few miles away were all affected. Everyone looked at Philip

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