The enemy soldiers exchanged glances, clearly not understanding.
Ling Feng couldn't understand their language either, but it was obvious they were questioning his identity, and the malicious intent in their looks toward Long Xiaoyu was blatant.
So Ling Feng could only sigh and then said, "Since we can't communicate, there's nothing I can do!"
Instantly, the Mind Soul Art was activated, catching the soldiers off guard, and they fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
Ling Feng ignored them, grabbing Long Xiaoyu as they got into a jeep, turned the vehicle around, and headed straight for their destination.
After driving a few kilometers, a town appeared in the distance.
The place was quite large, comparable to the size of a county, but the tallest building in town was only six stories, and there were just a few of them.
The rest were one or two-story houses, all looking rather decrepit.
