"Russian army?"
Ye Qingfeng heard this, yet he had not the slightest fear.
He grinned, confident and fearless.
"If I, Ye Jiujie, want someone dead, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, they cannot survive!"
"If the Russian army truly seeks their own death by coming to me, then let them come!"
As his words fell, Ye Qingfeng's figure had already vanished, leaving only the sound of thunder echoing between heaven and earth, leaving Ye Miao and the other two in a daze.
A bolt of lightning shot across the sky, instantly disappearing beyond the horizon, and the three of them could only stare blankly at everything.
It was only after a long while that Ye Miao regained his senses, a look of overwhelming worry appearing on his face.
"Xiao Feng was reckless this time, openly crossing borders—it's Russia, not a tiny country like Japan. Russia's border defenses will never let him go!"
