Yang Fei's spirit was lifted, and he laughed heartily.
"You bastards who violated military orders, all of you go back and squat in the dark room for me."
Fan Yi's eyes turned red, tears rolling down, and a roar erupted from his throat.
"Kill them all!"
Changfeng Squad moved forward with Cui Xiang, Long Xia, and Three Swords leading the charge.
The entire squad formed a massive attack arrow, slicing through like a knife through butter, advancing towards Yang Fei and Fan Yi.
Not far away, Hart Shaman's guards were being run over by a crazily driven truck.
On the truck, a heavy machine gun roared, firing bullets like a torrential rain.
The soldiers who couldn't dodge were torn to pieces by the bullets.
This meat-grinder-like slaughter terrified both Hart Shaman and Sorcery King.
Hart Shaman instinctively wanted to retreat, but Sorcery King grabbed him.
"If you dare to run away from the battlefield, I'll kill you right now."
Hart Shaman's face grew bitter.
