A road formed by ten thousand soldiers, Ye Qingfeng walked coldly with Little Yue, while helicopters roared around, making a whirring sound.
These soldiers could finally see this bloodthirsty demon up close; those who had seen this demon at such close range before had already paid with their lives.
Countless gazes gathered on this scarlet figure, filled with anger. Their brothers, their comrades, more than two thousand War Masters, had died because of this demon.
How could they not hate?
And humiliation!
Suffocation to the point of death!
This was a huge insult to their country, destroying one of their independent regiments and killing so many soldiers, yet now this person was swaggering away right before their eyes.
Some of these soldiers couldn't accept it.
Tightly clenching a fist, these soldiers wished to shoot this demon hard.
"Why let this demon go? He killed so many of our brothers!" A little officer shouted fiercely.
