"Crack!"
A small crack appeared on Ye Qingfeng's spiritual shield, followed by the continuous sound of "crack," as the shield instantly filled with a dense web of cracks.
That was close!
Ye Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat; if he had been even a second slower just now, he would have been caught right at the center of the explosion, and even if he didn't die, he would have been gravely injured.
In a battlefield like this, grave injury and death are no different!
The armored tank that fired a shot just now wanted to fire at Ye Qingfeng again.
Courting death!
Ye Qingfeng's gaze turned icy; the speed of the shell was too fast for him to dodge easily.
However, the operator was still an ordinary person, and the speed of an ordinary person's operation was far inferior to Ye Qingfeng.
Before this armored tank could fire, Ye Qingfeng moved crazily and in an instant had arrived in front of the armored tank.
"Daylight Slash!"
