The smile on the enemy general's face had not yet disappeared when terror already crawled onto his features.
He shouted a loud command, "Quick—"
The word "retreat" had not even left his lips, before the next moment, Yan Shunhua leapt forward and twisted his neck with his hands.
A crisp "crack" sounded.
Yan Shunhua looked at the blood on the back of his hand and lightly laughed, "So dirty."
He did indeed cherish his appearance.
This group ruined his face, so they must pay the price.
Yan Shunhua casually tossed the head in his hand onto the ground, where it was soon covered by the yellow sand swirling in the air.
He lifted his head to gaze at the thirty thousand troops.
At this moment, the thirty thousand troops unexpectedly retreated in unison, fear filling their eyes.
They could not comprehend how Yan Shunhua, after being hit by their high-tech weapons and deprived of ninety-nine percent of his vitality, could still possess such great strength?
