Ye Qingfeng's speed was extremely fast, those ordinary rifles could hardly break through his spiritual energy shield. In an instant, he had already charged into the infantry camp.
SLAUGHTER!
At this moment, the armed helicopter was still some distance away from him. Without any hesitation, Ye Qingfeng gripped his flying sword. The massive sword light slashed down, raising a cloud of dust, simultaneously taking the lives of more than a dozen soldiers.
The sword light kept slashing down, lives were reaped by Ye Qingfeng as if they were nothing more than grass. His eyes were cold; he had killed nearly a hundred people but felt no softness in his heart.
At this time, the armed helicopter behind him had caught up. Ye Qingfeng hesitated not the slightest and immediately stepped onto his flying sword, speeding away.
The army of over 10,000 had their infantry camp divided into about twenty sections. After escaping one, Ye Qingfeng immediately attacked another.
